She and I spoke a great deal about it at the time :)Sadly I havn't seen her in a while (in fact since beginning college) and I figured out I wanted to... write something before I forgot most of it.It was obviously something important for her and we often spoke about it long before it happens, and also after.She is just a little older than me and it happenned to her two years ago when she just turned 18. As for me, I was already more experienced than her on the subject but we're all differents. I realized I wanted Tony to hold it. I gently turned to my back, not minding, even enjoying, the increased contact with Tony’s equally sweaty naked body, and even though I missed him hunching against my ass. “I wish you were ‘Boobs,” I said quietly. Tony had let go of me when I rolled over, but his hand soon returned to grasp my cock.Tony snickered. “Marcia would do something like this,” he said, and began to stroke me.“Fuck, that feels good!” I looked at him but he was watching his own hand on. I'll book us a room at the Marriott again for this evening, provided your both willing to spend the night and do whatever I ask you to do. If you're up for it ... meet me there around eight. I'll leave word at the desk to send you both up when you arrive. Just be prepared to get as wickedly decadent as you've ever imagined. If you are ... then I am sure the three of us will have one hell of a good time."To my surprise, she agreed. "Let me call Sandra right now," she told me. "If you don't hear. "Not particularly bright," Tyler commented."Be nice," Christina told him. "I didn't start believing in ghosts until I became one myself."Tyler shrugged. "Good point," he conceded."Actually, I almost wish there were ghosts," said Theresa, staring down at the table in front of her. Her father glanced at her with a look of pity on his face. He sighed, then reached across the table and placed it on her hand."Theresa," he said. "Look. Your mother's not coming back. I know it's a harsh lesson to.