That saddened her, and tore a hole in her heart. Alexis knew she was travelling the path she needed to travel, but she also knew it had cost her a lot... possibly including most of her family. There was a chance that, with time, even this wedge and wound between her and her family would begin to mend itself; but Alexis felt as though she would die of missing her mother, and the love of her family.But she could never give up. Because to go back to a lie was to live in a life that is not really. Perhaps he’d understand if I told him the staff room gossip. ‘You know what they whisper about northern beaches schools, Mitch?’‘Yeah. That’s right, babe. The kids too distracted. Rather be surfing. Or doing drugs.’But he’d be like, ‘we don’t have children yet.’Unease isn’t practical; not a word that Mitch could wrap his mind around.Then, always the English teacher, onomatopoeia called to me, drawing my eyes over the balcony and down to the flip-flops that echoed out of the apartment below.My. My father, Realgus, had been a wanderer in his youth, and I suspected that he might have been an adventurer, but he would never talk about it, or the limp he had every once in a while when the nights were especially cold and the air was very dry in the dead of winter. My mother told me once that his wound had been gotten defending her, but more than that she would not say. My father had made rare comment of displeasure when he thought he might have to hunt some wild animal causing our farm. After several minutes of teasing her pussy with my tongue I clamped my mouth around her clit and sucked. Mandy ’ s moans turned to gasps as I sucked and licked her. At one point she gave a jump as I flicked my tongue over her anus. I turned my attentions back to her clit and slid a finger into her wet hole. The combination of my finger, my licks and sucks soon tipped Mandy over the edge. Gripping my head and pushing me hard against her pussy she let out and stifled cry as she came. The sweet.