"Kate and Clara had a fight. It's going to be all right eventually." Of course, Kate picked just that second to join us in the kitchen."It isn't going...to be all right! You made her not like me!" She turned right around and went straight back to her room."Is this true Laurant? Did you do something to hurt their friendship?"My mother looked concerned. It wasn't like Kate and I fought all of the time, but we did fight once in awhile. The way Kate made it sound, it was like she and I were fighting,. “I’m sorry Thomas, what were you going to say?”“I don’t know. It’s always us and them, you know. They only get called for trouble so anytime they happen to be around they assume there is.”Angela interjected, “That’s called community policing. I’ve read a few papers on it and it seems to work. It’s about getting the police more involved.” She quickly quieted herself. “You’re here to speak. I want to know what you have to say, even if you didn’t vote for me.”She turned her dark eyes down and. . not here," as quietly as I could, hoping my voice wouldn't carry beyond the changing room."I really want to do this for you," she said then gently kissed me on the lips. "I know this is one of your fantasies cause mom told me." I was paralyzed as I watched her sink back down to her knees and continue unbuckling my belt, looking up at me with lust in her eyes.I closed my eyes as I felt her warm mouth close around my cock, trying not to moan -- and mostly succeeding.From my vantage point above. "I'll take that as a yes." I hiked up my pink skirt just enough to show him my now uncovered bush, and a hint of my black garter belt above it. I told him I'd had a fantasy for over 20 years to be taken on a beach, right where surf meets sand, as the waves gently lap at both our naked bodies. We kissed hungrily while we hurriedly began stripping each other. Within 10 minutes after my reminding him about my fantasy, I was no longer a beach virgin! It was like sexual taxidermy: I was mounted and.