"Oh, Mandy!" I said lamely, eyes still closed. "I love this! This soway better than my room at home." I looked at her standing at the sideof the be.... "I'm so happy you're my friend, Mandy! You and Rosalyn areso sweet to me."She crawled into bed next to me and snuggled up against me. I could feelthe warmth of her soft, naked skin. Again, my mind flashed with the ideaof being a boy, a boy who would kiss her, and love her, and suckle hersweet, naked nipples to my mouth, and fill her with a. It was really homely – (oh God I miss him!). We had lunch sitting on the patio but the weather changed and we ended up finishing the wine, (another really good bottle), in the lounge. We sat together like this often after lunch. Quiet, just enjoying each others presence. As usual, I had my head in his lap and he was stroking my hair. He said that you don’t need to talk all the time, just be together. One of his favourite songs was that one by Ronan Keating, you know, ‘You say it best when you. Through its blackened windows, she watched as three wounded policemen were brought out – two on stretchers and one in what looked suspiciously like a pair of birthing stirrups. Mrs Wiley was helped up the steps to take the final place on offer in the waiting ambulances with her badly-bruised knee. As Linda plonked her panty-clad bottom onto the cold bench of the police van, she shook her head sadly. This was turning into a hell of a day. “Fuck biscuit! Nurrrghaaaa.” ** “So tell me what you. She was so tight that I thought I would blow my load before I would have the chance to give her an orgasm with my cock. After about 4 inches I found her hymen, it was flexible enough to not break with the first gentle thrust so I pushed harder plowing through her hymen and embedding all six inches in her causing her to elicit cry of pain that told me to hold still and not move. We lay like that for a few minutes with her legs around my butt and arms around my back in a full embrace. I soon.