Hey, Im back and if you read the first part of this story, well then heres what happened next&hellip, One morning after my girlfriend left for work, I... got Kyle to come into the bedroom. So, I got him good and tweaked and laid at the edge of the bed, holding my legs up with my knees in my chest and had Kyle French kiss my asshole for a good long time. He knelt down on the floor in front of me and he looked at my puckered, hairy asshole and finally ran his tongue up it. It felt so damn good and I. She liked dragging her long hair and huge tits across John to wake him up. This always got Johns day started with a smile. He loved how she would walk into the room while he was watching some sporting event and sit across from him. She would casually pull her one foot up onto the couch and make some noise to get John's attention. He would always look over to see that Mo had no panties on and was displaying her thick lush Auburn bush. She always seemed delighted when John would move from his. My circle of friends has certainly been expanding rapidly since I was molested in the park.The same can be said of Lady Di. She has always confined herself to her own small group of friends. She and I have been attending the same school and traveling in the same circles, but with different friends, of course.We rejoined the others in the family room. Di announced that her brother is on the way over and she assured mom that he has given his word to say nothing to anyone about what's going to. ”“And that’s when you started your freefall?”I nodded, “Yes.”“Well, let’s start with this encounter. Or do you need to start before then?”“Before. Long before. February of ‘89, according to my journal. I had a conversation with my friend Jorge, God rest his soul, about the exact thing. Let me read it to you. I used to turn to this guy for very serious help with problems, to the point where I called him ‘Lucy’ when he asked for 5¢ at the end of the conversation I’m going to read to you. He.