I knew I didn't.One hour after school, Sara had a new job. It entailed more responsibility, fewer hours, and almost identical pay. Plus, Sara was off ...every second weekend. I especially liked that last part.As Tuesday after school was free, Sara hung out - or in - with me in my house. I mostly took care of the chores I had missed, then we used up almost all the condoms I had left.During the rest of the school week, my former friends still ignored me. Instead, I learned a whole lot more about my. I felt a little better that she was breathing almost as hard as I was.I jerked my head forward, "Corners."(Readers who don't cycle should understand that, in order to get enough oxygen to the body and carry on a conversation, cyclists, especially those of us who aren't in Tour de France condition, often drop unnecessary words from their conversation to save lung power.)"Mind if I ride along?" she asked."'f you don't mind snailin' along with an old man!" I grinned."Old man my ass!" she snorted,. Even Caroline's expert technique couldn't match the 'blow job' my cousin gave me. I was astounded! Where, with her predilections, had she learned that? Looking at her face, the self satisfied little grin as she wiped me clean with tissues and dusted my anatomy with talc, I didn't dare to ask! But my now flaccid and withdrawn cock, and my testicles, all packed neatly and unobtrusively into my pretty feminine panties.Only then did Abbi resume her own outer clothes - leaving herself still. With her lover's warm body in her arms, the racket always disappeared like fog in the sun.My sweet Mattie, you have that effect, but…Anna peered at her watch again – and groaned. Feeling vaguely nauseous, she covered her eyes with her hands.It's almost time.Rolling to one side, she drew Matilda's pillow close and pressed her nose onto the cotton case. Traces of strawberry shower gel lingered on the fabric. There was another scent too – the faint whiff of sex. Matilda's heart-shaped derriere had.