She blushed scarlet red as her nipples popped. She hung her head in shame as she felt the wetness between her legs. “What am I going to do?” she w...ispered. She turned out her lamp and crawled into her bed knowing she was facing another sleepless night.“I have to go to Taylor to pick up some supplies and settle some accounts. Would you like to go? We could have lunch at that kitchen you like.”“Mattie’s? That sounds good. Let me get ready.”“OK, I’ll get the wagon ready.”They had just finished. "Don't go just yet Jan" Greg said as he put his hand up my skirt. I had to steady myself on the kitchen table as I felt his fingers in my pussy. I was taken aback but let him continue. With his other hand he took out his cock. Fuck it was so hard. I pushed his hand away from my pussy, sank to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He groaned as I sucked him. Releasing him I looked up and "Now take me to bed and fuck me". Greg led the way and I followed him to his bedroom.We were both naked on. "But you can tell me later tonight, promise?" As long as you promise not to judge me too harshly without hearing the full story. 'Do you'?"Anne looked at him with something approaching genuine warmth as she got out of the car. "Of course," she said as she shut the door. "I think you'll find that now that I've got to know you a little better things may change a little between us. Now come on are we going swimming or not?"The rest of the day was filled with harmless fun and gave me the. SuddenlySugarlips heard Fanchon's voice floating behind him. "Sugarlips,darling...I have someone who wants to see you!" Sugarlips looked up, andFanchon was standing next to Dutchie Bernhart, the loser who had been datingtheir daughter Krystyn, before she'd gone off to Barnard a decade before. Dutchie,resplendent in his tattered leather jacket and combat boots, glowered at thenaked middle aged man wearing lip gloss in front of him. "So, I allus knewyou were a faggot Mister--" "No,no, Dutchie.".