Now I don't want to hear another word. Lets just forget this ever happened. Go back to your room, and take those magazines." I was almost crying now, ...and she chewed her lip as I pulled up my underpants, and grabbed the magazines.But I stopped at the door and looked back at her, lying there looking sad. "Mom, those girls? They aren't as pretty as you." I pulled the door shut, as she started crying again.TwoFrom then on she was almost always careful with me. She was always covered, and never let. I was on my way home from the gym, headphones on, just scrolling through my phone, seeing what filthy texts H had sent today. A car slowed down beside me and the window was opening. I thought somebody may need directions or something. I approached the car door.I heard a deep voice with an American twang from within the car, "Hey you, how're things." Oh um, hey Darius. I'm all good thanks, how are you?" I greeted him. I was a little nervous about what we had gotten up to together and hadn't. Jessica, unbidden, spread her legs slightly in anticipation. She knew my destination and I wasn’t about to disappoint her.I trailed soft kisses along Jessica’s mons, planting a longer kiss where her labia began, putting just the tiniest bit of pressure on her clit. Jessica groaned for the first time from that slight contact, and she bucked her hips slightly. I looked over at Kara and winked, then slowly ran my tongue along Jessica’s labia, from top to bottom, again, using just the slightest. John was the handsomest, most witty and urbane person I had ever met. His grace, sophistication and polish were something every little girl dreams of. His intelligence, wit and exceptional world view showed in every comment and idea. He was not my kind of theoretical intelligent. But he was a true genius in understanding how the world worked.When I asked him what he had done at Oxford he told me matter of fact; “Doctorate in Economics from Baliol.” I had sensed the English academic in him. But.