You said what I was hoping you’d say.”“Why won’t you kiss me now?” I asked.In a flirtatious voice, she said, “We want to tell them sometim... soon don’t we?”I was about to respond when her meaning registered, “Oh. In that case, maybe we can make out before getting ‘those’ rings.”Bree laughed, “I was serious about those. But if you really, don’t want to get one I won’t force you to.”I was about to go in for a kiss when the sprinklers went off. What we didn’t know was that one of the sprinkler. There was a man, apparently. A black guy at her office that she had been flirting with since he started some six weeks perviously. The man's name was Marc and Amanda had set everything up - he was coming over to our house on Friday night!When Friday finally arrived, I think Amanda was even more nervous than I was. Marc arrived promptly at seven and the first thing I noticed about him was that he was a little younger than me. He was also good looking and, dressed simply in jeans and a tee shirt,. His grades went back up and everything returned to normal. Jason stayed solitary for the rest of his highschool years: his need for sex had dimmed after Tracy. The dip in his grades hadn't been drastic enough nor prolonged enough to affect his chances for college, and the August after he graduated highschool he went away for the first time, to a state university in Missouri. While he was away his first year, and accidental fire killed his parents, leaving him alone in the world. That. ” She whimpered. “Imagine my lips around his penis as I take him in my mouth.” She cried out as my fingers moved over her. “Imagine our lips, together, meeting around his penis as we make love to the man we love.”She must have liked that imagining very much, because she began to come. Her body arched and her breath caught as she shrieked with ecstasy. Clawing the sheets, she tossed her head to and fro and a glaze seemed to come over her skin. I pressed my breasts to hers and laid my lips to.