"Rachel fibbed a little."Don't worry," Charlotte replied. "I'll teach you all thefiner points. With that the young woman leaned over andkissed her, no... a sisterly kiss but one of passion andfire, a lot like the ones she shared with Jason but softer.Charlotte reached up and slid the straps of Rachel's dressdown her arms, pulling the front of her garment with them.Rachel's round breasts spilled out over the top of thematerial and her nipples were beginning to tingle. AsCharlotte leaned I and took. He allowed her this movement, albeit it be brief, by the compassion of a heavy hand encircling her neck and holding her there. Slut. Little tiny slut laboring under his cock that split her open and then went to her mouth so she could taste herself before being used again and again… She sweat for him. Came for him. Cried out for him and fucked for him, broken in and down and made whole again by the cyclone force of his sex. She became a little red supernova for him as she tried as best her. But he got the damn thing to snap. And it wasa psychological relief not to feel them jiggling at the slightestmovement.Now if he could only breath.After attempting and failing to fit his curvy bottom into pair afterpair of Sara's pants, Brad came to the conclusion that he was going tohave to either wear gym clothes, pajama bottoms, or forgo clothing withlegs altogether, bite the bullet, and don a dress. All of these optionsmade him frown.Back East Rachel was having significantly worse problems.. She would ask me about you all the time when you were in school. Did you know she couldn't have children?" No, I didn't." Yeah, so she saw you as the son she never had. You may not remember this, but she used to make you mac and cheese and lemonade all the time."Frankie thought for a moment. He remembered the food, but not that Mrs. Young had made it for him. "I always thought you made that for me." No, Sandra knew how stressed out I was and how much you loved it. She gave me the recipe when.