Even though dad was watching TV next door…it did not stop her letting out a low moan as she shook to her climax with my fingers buried deep with her...sopping cunt. Using the excuse that she was helping me with my ‘schoolwork’, Cathy came into my bedroom both nights for a chat. Cathy was the ‘Lisa Simpson’ to my ‘Bart’ when it came to school…Cathy liked lessons where I did just enough so as to get a pass. Our chats were mostly about how keen Vicky is to return here for me to fuck her some more.. It was isolated. I drove downtown, started walking, and the field was where I ended up. I sat there for a bit, just thinking.Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking clearly.Burnham's mostly a nice place, as I've said--but it wasn't perfect. It has its poor section, like the apartments where Tammy lived. It also wasn't by any means crime-free. Burnham had its share of thugs. Like the Anderson Gang.That was Jimmy Anderson, a well-known thug a few years older than me, and his little gang of followers.. I booked a flight to Boston (actually it was to R.I). The plan was that she was going to meet me at the airport, take me to my hotel, go home for the night and come back the next morning and stay the weekend. I landed at Green Airport in Warwick R.I. at 5:10 PM on a Thursday. I actually wasn't nervous about anything until the wheels touched the ground. Once the plane landed and came to a stop to deplane, I was having a tough time getting out of my seat! But! the thought of what was waiting. And we both offered to go to the doctor to get a check up and blood test — we both assured each other, though, that tests weren’t needed, and that we trusted one another. I don’t regret that decision, and I know we’re both totally fine in that regard. But I remember getting pretty brainwashed from classes in high school about always getting checkups before each relationship gets serious, and whatever. So I still think about it. But we’ll be okay. On Tuesday I woke up and the anticipation was.