Mr. Kent gave us a disapproving stare, but I don't think he marked us tardy. There were only three seats left, all in the back row, and somehow I ende...d up in the middle one.Kent was wearing a long, red and white, pin-striped nightshirt. It had a tie string around the neck that he'd knotted in a large, precise bow. He was wearing some slippers, too, which I don't think he really wore to bed. But a lot of people were doing that; Sandra, for example, was wearing a pair of black high heels.Anais. Headed home with a smile, life was good. I had a fast bike, a nice house, and an amazing job. I got back to San Diego Sunday night, and slid the bike into the third garage stall, my toy stall. At the time it was the only toy, but I planned on more. The two stalls for the main garage, house my work truck, and my ‘everyday’ car.My everyday car isn’t anything to write home about. Just a normal Dodge Charger, I didn’t even spring for the V8. Cloth seats, standard radio, and plain silver paint. That. ? Grace said before the laughter overcame them again.?It’s always funny when it happens to someone else, isn’t it?? Beth said and rested her hand on Grace’s bare thigh. The affection between the two friends was not uncommon. They could trust each other in this girl eat girl world, and the pair looked out for each other’s daughters. ?What’s happening with your sister? She still crashing on your sofa???Oh God, don’t remind me.? Grace said her mood shifting.?Sorry Grace. I didn’t mean to. “Do want me to suck it again?” she asked.“Are you ready to go all the way?” he asked. “I really want to fuck you, Fran.”“I… can I say no?” she asked, whispering. “I’m scared.”“What are you afraid of?” he asked. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?”“I heard it really hurts the first time.” She said softly. “Can I just suck it again instead?”“Okay, but this time I want to come in your mouth.” He told her. “Is that okay with you?”“You can do it in my mouth, if you want.” She told him. “I got.