‘I’m Joan Patterson. Tommy’s mother. You remember Tommy? You had such a crush on him when you were in high school.’ Karen drew in a breath at ...hose words. She was back, and the old drama seemed to have waited for her return. Joan Patterson had gone to school with Karen’s parents. They were not close friends, Joan never came over to their house. But Karen remembered Tommy. He was a year ahead of her and she had all but thrown herself at him. He knew she liked him but it wasn’t mutual. He didn’t. Resuming our kiss, I begin to strip besides you, removing my shirt and trousers, our lips only breaking contact when absolutely necessary. Slipping behind you in the large bath, you lean forward to accommodate me, my legs going either side of yours. You feel the underside of my hot, hard cock as it presses against the base of your spine. I flex the muscle in it, making you smile, leaning over your shoulder to look at me while your arm reaches around to embrace my neck. Again we kiss, as my. "Oh God, he knew, she thought, but would that really be so terrible? But if she told him she could remember, how would she explain where she came from."If only I could remember," she said with a shrug.Charles looked disappointed, but didn't press the subject. Instead saying, "Let's get dressed, we've slept far too long already."Cynara nodded and rolled out of bed, feeling uneasy about Charles's comments. He obviously wasn't stupid, and she couldn't lie to him forever, eventually he would demand. His eyes widened with excitement and he took a step closer to her. “Can I see?” he asked, but before she could respond he began unraveling her bath towel and sat her down on the bed I had just finished in the shower and was walking up the stairs towards the bedroom slowly as I realized it was suspiciously quiet. The door was ajar and as I approached the room I could hear the gentle moans of Zara. I slowly opened the door slightly further and watched in awe as my best friend was licking her.