After my blouse was off and thrown to the other side of the room, Michael kissed and sucked on my nipples. While he was doing this, he was also reachi...g behind my body and he unzipping my skirt. I shimmied out of my rather tight skirt and let it drop to the floor. I was standing in front of Michael in nothing more than my shoes. I walked over to Michael and removed his shirt. His body was amazing. Strong muscled arms and toned abs. I ran my hands down his stomach and began to remove his belt. I'd been waiting for this all of my high school years. I came too, hot jets spurting into the air, onto me, and onto his beautiful feet. One final teaspoon of his cum I held in my mouth, savoring the taste around his cock. Yep, sweet, but with a slight buttermilk aftertaste.I reached up to caress his chest. The quarter-sized rose nipples were in peaks, warm against my palms. Then I stroked back down, hoping I'd remember every detail of his magnificent torso. Mike looked down at me, still. "I know," I nodded, saddened once again by what had happened to me, and by what was happening now. "And the only one I can remember is Cammie Rowe, who was my very first kiss, on the day before Christmas Eve in 2003. And who I apparently treated like dirt after that. But I can't remember that part."You know," I wiped the back of my hand across my own suddenly wet eyes, "my mom died a year and a half ago, and I can't remember anything about that either."Tanya stared at me and then pulled me into. I knew her slightly through the ex, but not very well. She had not been to my apartment before. Finally, the ex. She was glancing from Laura to me and back. She still looked confused more than angry. It wasn’t a side of her I was used to.Since no one spoke up, I started serving up the scrambled eggs I had started with. They all started wolfing down the food while I put some on a plate for myself. I laughed to myself when I remembered my mom telling me in high school that it was important to.