” “I’m sorry Farrah, but it can’t be explained as coincidence. “However, we have…made exceptions…for women who are looking to avoid any... confrontation. People make mistakes. This is no different.” “What do you mean?” Farrah asked. “We’ve referred to this sorts of ‘miracles’ as genetic anomalies before. Usually we can convince the male partner that some part of either of your DNA laid dormant from a long ago ancestor to explain why the child is…much…much darker than both parents.” Farrah looked. At any rate, over several years of being around her and becoming closer, without consummating anything, I had fallen in love with her, although of course in the light of retrospective experience, it was puppy love.I eventually had three "episodes" with her. The first, Jenny was a live in aide to an elderly lady. This had to be sometime in the mid-80's. I had my Mustang, so it was between 1983 and 1985... Memory is the first to go... I guess that's why I'm writing this. I got in the habit of. I mean, sure, what guy wouldn't want his dick sucked, but what was really killing that desire was the fact that I didn't know Jen's opinion on the matter. This whole thing had started to try to help her out with what I had felt was a silly problem, and... well, I wouldn't say it had gotten out of hand, but it had certainly escalated. So I guess it really came down to how she felt. And that's the thought that made me nervous. What if she wanted to keep going? What if she didn't? What if she. He and Cynthia had fucked before on occasion but tonight he'd already brought her off twice by eating her pussy and now they were on their second fuck of the evening. After their first quickie, Brian had taken a shower with Cynthia, soaping up her small petite breasts and slipping his fingers up inside her pussy while she rode up and down on them while the water cascaded down over their heads.As Brian felt his cock sink inside Cynthia's tight cunt to the very hilt, he happened to look out the.