"You know I'm a little bit in love with you, don't you Tommy?"I leaned even closer and kissed her just at the top of her slit."Yes Jill and me with yo...u" Take me to bed again now"She was wet and ready again for me as I was hard and aching to be inside her again, we made love slowly, tenderly and very emotionally. She clung to me sobbing as she climaxed and cried again when I said softly."I love you Jill" You are coming back to us Tommy, aren't you?" was the question she asked me as we kissed in. We talked briefly and I liked her right away, she was blunt and down to earth but didn't bore us with any "I'm really a nice girl I just need college tuition" etc etc. Basically, she liked being naked, and liked showing her goodies to others. I told her I'd always wanted to know what goes on in the "back room" or champagne room or WHATEVER they called it. She winked and told us to come with her. The room was rather seedy, used, not very glamorous but we were alone. She sat Ben and I in side by. I worked through things on my own, and eventually, my parents decided I was ‘fit and fine,’ as they always said. I fought my imagination all through high school, and I managed to avoid an major mishaps, no more broken bones or burned down buildings. I was during that time that I was able to build up a defense, a way to live a relatively normal existence. Imagination is just as every other thought or idea, you must be aware of it to have any permanence. If I focused on the task at hand,. She moved closer to Stan.Stan had been doing his own assessment of Anne. So she wasn't a natural blonde? So what! The younger woman was beautiful, and had kept her body in fine shape. 'Better than I've kept mine, ' mused Stan. Then he lost the ability to think.Anne leaned forward again, took his dick in her right hand and licked the head, slowly, luxuriously, before opening her mouth and sliding down. Once she reached her limit she gripped it with her hand, setting the depth, and began pulling.