I spoke with my sponsor about it and she encouraged me. I researched and found out the address of the man who had abused me. I wrote him the letter an... then I sent the letter. My sponsor told me I wasn’t supposed to send the letter. I was supposed to write the letter for me. Maybe it was supposed to be for me, but I wanted him to hear from me and know what he did to me. Of course he called me after he received the letter and denied everything. I was stunned. Out of all of the scenarios I played. She feels so perfect in my lap. I can run my hand under the slit in her skirt, just skimming the top of her garters. Her skin is so smooth here, almost as smooth as those panties I love seeing her in. Using my free hand I drag her mouth down to mine as her arms wrap around my neck. Her tongue is so talented, slipping between my lips only to run away again. Her lips are so soft, I could kiss her all day and never tire of it. I want more than kissing right now though. Trailing my kisses away. I pulled his cock through the hole in his boxers and started moving my hand up and down his cock. He moaned and quit what he was doing. Looking at me and throwing the covers off he said, "Let's take this to my room." We got up and he led the way down the hall, to his room. Once in his room, he pushed me onto the bed, he got on the bed with me and started kissing me again. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I took my bra off and threw it in the floor. He took my pants off and threw. “Oh, nothing of any importance whatsoever ... in fact so insignificant, I’m glad of the break.”“I just thought I’d let you know ... today’s the day ... I’ll have what’s owed to you by this evening, and our bird will have no use for it.” Cleo was careful in her choice of words, as the women always were when engaging in phone conversations, aware of the possibility of the gum chewing girls at the exchange listening in. The pleasured sigh from Lana, told her she’d got the message, nice and.