" I opened my arms and moved against her to give her a hug. I had to turn sideways because of the fake baby strapped around my middle. She hugged me b...ack enthusiastically. "You made the right decision, Marsha. I'm proud of you. More importantly, you can be proud of yourself, too."She was, too. She shared her pride with me. She was still frightened, but relief overwhelmed her fear. The guilt that had been nagging her was gone. She was doing the right thing.Back in the car, Jerome said, "What you. Stroking me ever so softly.slow. ‘ do u know how you make me” she said. Opening me with teeth and pulling my vagina. Massaging my vagina. Rubbing me hard. My nipple rose as she stroked it..kissed it. And squeezed my breast. Massaging my breast .layering my nupple and vagina with hot licks and kisses..snuggling me into her as she stroked my vagina. And sliding herself into me deeply fucking me slowly. Fingers locked high deep inside me..twirling..twisting. And * fucking me slow edgebof the bed* . "Yes and perhaps you cane me too."The two women removed each other's clothing and they were writhing naked on the bed with fingers and tongues working at various times in cunts and arse holes. They both had multiple orgasms before they lay kissing and cuddling."Why did you keep a cane?" asked Beverley after a long period of blissful silence."Some of the women that I have been with like to feel it and so do I sometimes" Can I feel it now please?" Yes, but will you give me six strokes first?". I stayed downstate to be near my family. I dated a little but avoided emotional entanglements of any kind. Marck found love and married a beautiful woman. I loved my visits with them. Their home was a very happy one and always a joy to be a part of.Then, on that tenth summer after college, they decided to have a reunion party. It was Labor Day weekend. They invited all the people that had been in our circle of friends in those innocent college days. In truth I was looking forward to seeing all.