But that wouldn’t be true to her grief, and to the world he wanted to make for her. To hide from her past would cause her to feel shame for her past..., shame for something that had not been her fault. Running away from her wounds would build a wall between his love for her and her acceptance of his love, would root their relationship in a lie. In Ed MacCarley’s world, lies were the foundation of hatred and violence, of recrimination and accusation. ‘You know I love you, don’t you, Sara?’ She. Two fingers turned to three as I gave her pussy a real challenge. My thumb, outside her body, steadily circled her exposed and erect clit using her leaked wetness as lube. I could feel her cunt getting even tighter around my fingers, and fucking her was getting harder and harder. Still, I wasn’t going to give up so easily.Her hands had been gripping the sheets beside her, intermittently clawing down at me as I cruelly moved out of her reach. She moved to touch herself, wanting to rub herself to. How much in love we were. No one can. It was our moment. Many of them think they know about us. We were the talk of our high school, after all. Everyone wanted to know if we were ?doing it? or if we had ?gone all the way?. They couldn’t understand our love, though. They could never understand that we were saving ourselves – our moment - for that special day, not wanting our first time to be in a car or a seedy motel room. We wanted it to be special.I wonder if they still wonder if we ever ?went. I walked over to the bed and held the knickers in my hands. I stared atthem for a second. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going towear my best friends mums underwear? I rubbed the silk on the knickerswith my fingers. Of course I was.I slipped them up my legs, relishing every moment. I tucked my penisbehind me and pulled the knickers up tightly. I was wearing theunderwear of my best friends mum. It felt wrong, but at the same time,I felt I was more like the desirable woman I wanted.