I'm sorry . . . I had a few things to do."She laughed, and her laughter was like the tinkling of cymbals. "You haveme to do, Richard. Let's keep our p...iorities straight." Right . . . right," he said. "Sorry." It's okay, sweetie. Come to Mama."He walked across the clearing to her, started to take her in his arms, thenhesitated."It's all right, baby," she said, "you can touch me now." Thenshe threw herself around him and kissed him on the lips. He looked as if he mightfaint. She laughed. ” “ Nervous,” she giggled. “I’d be nervous if you weren’t around. After all, I’m a damsel in distress.” He looked at her seriously. “No, you’re not. Maybe Kathleen is a damsel in distress, but not my Kate.” He climbed off the sleigh, but not before the words hit Kathleen – his Kate. “ Come on, slowpoke. We’ve got to get back. I don’t want you out here too long.” When she joined him, he handed her a couple of hard peppermint candies. “Here, give these to the boys and they’ll do anything for. My therapist interviewed my mom and put meon meds to control my depression. I started feeling better with themeds and therapy and was soon back to good grades and on my way tocollege.In college, I met Angie in my sophomore year and we became close after ashort period of dating. We moved in together in my Junior year ofcollege and this is where my real story begins. Angie had recently losther sister to a car accident and after a period of grieving was goingthrough her sister's personal things. "Lovely big lund" she said as I put by hand down and felt for the first time a woman's cunts. The well trimmed hair were just above her pussy lips. It was very wet and slppery. My finger slipped in easily and I felt the soft flesh inside. It felt so heavenly. Premanjali then so very neatly slipped off my thighs and enroute to the floor pulled my pyjama down with her teeth.I was now stark naked like her. She took me cock into her mouth and after licking the precum of the knob she started to pump.