I had met Carla before, she was a very pretty Latina who seemed to be on the chubby side, quiet shy and always wore hoodies and baggy sweats. I soon r...alized how wrong I was. Upon entering the house I did a double take when I saw my girlfriend talking to Carla. This wasn't the Carla I was used to seeing, he was standing there about in leggings hugging every curve and a v-neck t-shirt so tight her 48 triple D's were overflowing out of it. We exchanged hellos and hugs that immediately made my. That encouraged me more n more and i stared toungue fucking her faster n harder. After a while she just jerked and went still and her body went stiff and she started screamin and thats when i knew she had her orgy and started gushing her love juices. I lapped up all of it and in the process of doing it she had another one back to back which rocked her totally. After some while of her orgasmin she went cool and went limp on the bed. I looked up at her and she was all smiles and said she never. Now, like most of the houses around here, my neighbor Sharon opened her windows at night during this time of year to save on the power bill. Listening to her moan, I relaxed into my hammock and enjoyed the throaty sound. I turned my head more towards the thick hedge that hide me from her view. The honey suckle smell was beyond perfume. It was nearly obnoxiously sweet. I heard a second deeper moan. Looking between the flowers I could make out flashes of light from her side of the hedge. I. It was almost two years later when things became clearer on my brother’s suicide when the news reported that the baseball coach of the private high school my brother attended was arrested. My brother was a great baseball player who a lot of people said could have gone professional. Like us, you can put two and two together I am sure. My father sobbed like a child thinking of the shame and humiliation his son must have felt. So much shame that he took his own life instead of telling my.