5 minutes of strange silence later I was out the door, bag on my back, soggy toast half-in-half-out my mouth and shoe laces dancing behind my heels. A...fter quickly finishing off the "toast" I started to walk down my street towards the bus stop. My "street" is not really what you would think it is, its more of a country lane with only our house and hedgerow for scenery. So there I was a trampy teen on his way to his first day at college. Now I was about half way down the lane I started to get. “ I was thinking, while we were making love the other day, how I almost let slip, while you were talking about me sucking you off all over my lips, so we could share your cum...I almost slipped!” “ Slipped? How so?...” I queried. “ I almost said that I wanted to try licking it off another woman instead! Does that make me weird or something? I'll never stop loving you, Mel. But I'd like to share love with other women. And guys too. Would you like that too, baby?” She cautiously queried. “ Oh,. Despite everything, I was growing to love her like a real sister. She was nothing like the selfish, sneaky little sisters that the other boys described in school. Later she joined me on the floor as I lay on my tummy and penned my essay together. ?Wha? you doin-?? she lisped as she plopped down beside me.It was much easier for Pauline to stand and sit. Her babyish legs had not yet lost that plump bandiness of the toddler and she could get straight up almost without bending her knees. She. Fiddler watched her hurry away, admiring the girl's ass beneath the short white skirt of her waitress uniform. Stopping Mardi's grandfather for a busted taillight had been a good excuse to do a quick search of the half-breed's hot little body. Making Old Ramirez watch helplessly while the sheriff fingered his granddaughter had only made it better and the sheriff hadn't been surprised to find the girl wasn't a virgin; girls like Mardi never were. Fiddler wondered what that beaner lawyer was.