And even more curious as to why Grace was a part of that. More than any other single person, Grace was the one woman she had come to really care about... And had she had any latent fantasies or desires about being with another woman, Grace would have been the one woman, she'd have enjoyed experiencing that with. Now she was angry and confused, once again feeling betrayed, and more determined now than ever to find out just who the mystery blonde was too."Hey!" Bobby complained as he felt Becky's. ” I drove back to my place, thinking how nice my life was all of a sudden.I picked her up at five, out on the sidewalk, cute as could be. She asked me to take her over across the street and said she’d be just a second. I waited in the car as she ran up the stairs and went inside. It was many, many seconds, but not many minutes later when she came back down, in a cute T-top, cuffed short shorts, and high heeled sandals. Her legs were something else. I jumped out and went to the other side to let. Every nerve I own bristles to meet her. Entire body surging for her.I come on the fucking spot.That final touch, her touch, undoes me completely.She pushes two fingers up into my pussy as our tongues roll together, me moaning in her mouth, writhing. He starts fucking me again --spiking my orgasm like a mother-fucker-- feeling my climax clench my insides, and he swiftly joins me.“Fuck,” he groans behind me as I french his girl, her manicured fingers stroking my g-spot as I come. Hard. Violent. None of these appealed, and then I thought of Edward – would he offer me a roof over my head? I rang his doorbell with butterflies in my stomach and when he answered the door he gave me a big smile and told me to come in. The big holdall I was carrying gave the game away and before I had time to ask he offered to let me stay. As I thanked him he gave a little smile and told me I would have to pay my way in ‘favours’ rather than money. That night I was just getting into bed when a knock came at.