Not so long ago, we'd walk hand-in-hand, or with our arms entwined. Now I had my hands at my sides and she had hers stuffed in the back pockets of her...jeans."You know, Jeff, I really do want to go to Sheila's party. I know a lot of people from school are going, and it sounds like it could be a blast." Melissa, you know I don't do parties very well. Shit, even having your study-buddies over gets to me a little." Oh come on, Jeff! You can wear a costume and pretend to have a good time for a. While their dad paid little attention to them, still all but hidden behind his morning newspaper, their mom could not keep her eyes off them. Whenever one or the other of her little girls happened to pass by, her eyes would track them like the head of a sunflower follows the sun.Once all had been prepared, the two girls borrowed their mother's little two door coupe and took off for the mall, leaving behind them an obsessing mother and an oblivious father.Ann Taylor followed her daughter's as. When I feel you starting to stiffen, I pull my fingers out and bring them up to my mouth. You groan and open your eyes, furious for me to go on.You smirk at my agony and slide your soaking fingers into your mouth, sucking them with relish, "Mmmm, so tasty, I want more. Turn around, I want you on top."You scramble around and lay on me, legs either side of my head and your cunt floating like a glistening orchid above my face. You press your face between my legs, trying to push them open to your. I showed these emotions, which Im sure was funny as hell to my mom and Allie. My mom pats my shoulder and tells us, "You need to talk" and she walks away.I look up at Allie's face, and study her. Her eyes puffy, her standing there, sadly, gently swinging one foot back and forth with her pink flip flop. I smiled. "Come on. I need a cigarette and we need to talk." She slowly follows me downstairs to the swing, my smoke spot/relaxation place."Sit" I tell her and light my cigarette. I lean my head.