Surprising."I let him get away with that. It wasn't like I had that problem; the first time I'd shared a bed had been with a boyfriend."Do we tell Mer...edith," I asked him.He looked startled. "How do you know about me and Meredith?" he asked through a mouthful of cereal. Hau do yugh know abogt me an Meridef?I shrugged. "It's been obvious from the start." Which it had. And I didn't feel like saying more than that. True, I'd been completely out of it last night, which is probably when most of the. I put my arm around her so my hand was on her tit.She brushed it off , sat up and put her clothes on properly.There seemed to be something ugly in the room with us.A sense of betrayal, and shame. From both me and her.At one point she gave me a guilty look with those big blue eyes.But neither of us said anything or discussed it ever again.Later I found a used condom left blatantly on the floor of my bathroom leaking cum all over the tile. Left there like "Yeah I fucked your girl, do something."I. At the precisely agreed time, Kevin left his hotel with his luggage and went outside. Pamela pulled up in her black BMW about a minute later. With his luggage in her car, they were on the way to her condo.There was some talk about how each other had been and what was new in their lives. Kevin’s attention was on Pamela’s legs, since her skirt has slid up to her mid-thighs. He had long ago admitted to himself that he liked looking at women’s legs. Her glance at him told her where he was looking. "Makes a change from kissing you and eating that sweet succulent pussy! What about you? The Irish blood I suppose?"Katie rested her head on the comfort of Angie's firm and swelling breast, so much more prominent than here more modest protuberance."I might have an Irish name, my lovely, warm, soft, sweet, friend, but that's pretty well as far as it goes. Fergus O'Brien, bachelor married Jane Knowles, spinster of this parish in 1723 and that is the beginning and the end of my Irishness! I've.