” “I’m every girl’s type when I need to be,” I smirked. “Even hers.” Kelan knew I’d always had a weakness for girls like that. They w...re like the Achilles’ heel of good intentions. Smoky eyes, full mouth, breasts jacked up with that tempting swell of jailbait cleavage. And that waist. I could get my hands all the way around a waist like that. I could pull her down onto my lap and do nasty, filthy things with her and she would probably beg for more, simpering, in a voice like burnt sugar,. He walks me back until my legs bump the deck chair and sits me down. His hands feel warm and strong caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples. “Oh baby I love your hands on me,” I moan. He sucks and licks my nipple into his mouth, biting gently. Each bite sends shivers up my spine and shocks to my pussy. I feel his hands slide down my body to my pussy; he slowly slides a finger into my bikini bottom and grazes my pussy. “My my, you are wet,” he says. He slides his finger inside me and pulls. .. I received a text from Sue.Sue: I'm liking your conversation!Me: Lol! I didn't think you could hear us in thereSue: I could hear you guys just fine! It's kind of turning me on!Me: haha! I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!Sue: I'm having a blast... I'm starting to think that I should join you guys and maybe we would have more than just a conversation! What do you think?Me: That sounds like fun!Sue: How should we get things started?Me: I don't know! Be direct if you need to, I don't care!I. Something was nagging me in the back of my mind. About the baby and what had run through my mind. There was a clue there if I could decipher it.On Wednesday morning while I was jogging, it hit me.I was born in April 1963, which meant mom most likely had gotten pregnant sometime in July, 1962. Mom and dad had married at the end of November, 1961. Sometime between then and July, 1962, mom had miscarried. I had no idea what the recovery time was from a miscarriage, but assuming a couple of months.