I sensed she was putting her large legs over my face and I soon felt her thighs crushing me. She maneuvered her body so that her legs spread out so sh...e could straddle my face. Then I smelled that feminine odor of a fresh pussy. I only had to wait a few seconds more as I felt Debbie’s pussy lips over my mouth. Debbie always tasted good and I didn’t mind that she was face sitting me. Debbie yelled, “eat that pussy you two-timing asshole” you better be good because Carol gave us permission to whip. Neither of them had the slightest clue of how close they had come to sharing in a disaster. When the enormity of what I had prevented hit me, I was literally shaking like a leaf. I glanced over and saw that Ronnie's mom had come running out and was clutching him to her chest and crying.When I got back home I related the story to Jean and Sandy. Sandy told me that the boy was Ronnie MacDonald who she had baby sat for some times. It was a short time later when there was a knock at our door. I. “Dad, can I stand with Mr. Vasily?” Jesse asked.“Yes, of course. Go on.”He walked over to where his friend was standing, while we kept Matthew, Michael, Birgit, Stephie, and Albert with us. Bringing the entire brood had meant my car and Kara’s minivan, as well as having Abbie come along to help chaperone. She was intrigued by the beauty of the church, but I could tell she was uncomfortable.“You’ll enjoy the party afterwards,” I reassured her. “Lots of dancing and drinking and food!”“I notice. With both my parents working, everyday almost all of my post school hours were spent in her house. Soon her mother too grew extremely fond of me and she so whole heartedly approved my visits that she called me up if my arrival was delayed beyond the usual time of 2 pm. Thereafter we retreated in her room, at the back of the home, and no one disturbed us there till late evenings. Free and unobtrusive from any prying eye, our relationship matured rapidly. There was only an outward pretense of.