She moved closer, hovering her lips just above mine. She didn’t move in to kiss until I put my arms around her waist. As we kissed deeply, I underst...od why her name was Candy. Her kisses were the sweetest thing to ever pass my lips.We shifted so we could lay down with her on top of me. I reached for her shirt removing it to see that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were about a C cup and they looked perfectly delicious. I took her left nipple in my mouth, hearing her sweet, soft moans.. To be inside her. He put both hands around her waist and gently, oh so very gently, pulled down her short shorts.She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was still empty, aching for him. She rubbed her legs together in anticipation and watched as he bent down on his knees between her legs. Then she turned her eyes away from him. Nerves maybe. She didn't usually let guys go down on her. Rich sensed her hesitation and kissed the insides of her thighs, treating all of her as the object of his. He hadno friends to speak of and no ambition. Mrs.Strokewood hadn't even caught Harold whacking off orreading porn or sniffing her panties or anything thata normal boy does. A psychologist who knows which endof the telephone to talk into will tell you that thereare two possible diagnoses. Either Harold had"pantyboy malaise," which meant he ached for thepantyboy condition, even though he didn't even knowsuch an exalted state existed, or he was a jerk. SinceHarold's mom didn't know about pantyboy. Unconscious Sally won’t mind my usurping center stage, taking precedence.Second, I’m much cleverer now. My long cherished wish has come true. Too much of a good thing can have consequences. I am now too clever for my own good!Third. The SECRET IS SAFE!Fourth, we moved! To the country. A different country, and to a rural setting. Not for evasive purposes, but for privacy. Actually, for psychiatric reasons. A psychopath, a homicidal maniac is on the loose. Me. Distancing myself is necessary for.