.” I couldn’t bring myself to have sex yet, but I couldn’t think of what to say, “ya maybe, I gotta go to the bathroom.” I yanked up my pant... and ran out of the room.I spent the rest of the day avoiding them both, but mainly Kelly. That poor girl had just let me be the first guy she had sex with, then selflessly gave head to, and she was just asking if I’d have sex with her again. But instead, I ran out of the room, leaving her and her grandmother covered in cum, and was now avoiding her! God. Willits for the foreseeable future but she was convinced the worst was over. She frowned thinking that no, the worst of her illness and battle with alcohol and drugs was over, but her life without Michael was just beginning, and that was the worst. She had never imagined such a thing - never imagined things could get so bad that Michael would turn his back on her. She knew she should have known better since it had happened once before and she had almost lost him. Then, as now, she had taken him. He sat naked beside me, his legs wide apart, his long penis touching the grass, it was still semi-swollen as he surveyed my nudity, it would occasionally twitch, as if readying itself for another journey inside me, his smile saying it all, 'A job well done', something my demeanor could not hide.'Your first fuck?' His question sounded dirty and adult, I had done it, I went all the way with a man old enough to be my father, I said nothing to his question, I just nodded in agreement and rolling. This turned out to be fine with Laura (quel horreur! she thought; that I would turn down fucking?) since she had already decided that she and Sara would 'consecrate and baptize' her new residence together, a ceremony she had been anticipating almost since putting down her deposit.Sara had seemed to be anticipating it too. On the appointed evening, she showed up with not one but two chilled bottles of champagne, and a short, fat candle that she called a 'love candle, ' saying it was guaranteed.