After he ate, he made me scoot my legs out from under the table and he spread them wide. He then got down and spread my lips open and began to flick m...y clit with his tongue. Oh my gosh, did it feel good! It was like he knew what he was doing, but how could it feel this good from him? Maybe it was the fact that I found my own son to be a sexy young man and I hadnt realized it before. He probed and got his finger into my pussy which began to get wet and started to finger-fuck me as he continued. In that case, I’d better give you another kiss now.” She kissed me very gently and the tip of her tongue emerged to play with mine. Beca blushed, gave me another squeeze and got down. I slowly released her butt.“So daring of you, my little girlfriend. Kissing a boy!” Joan said as she stepped up to get hers. It was not just the tip of her tongue that invaded my mouth.“What’s the sense of having a best friend if I can’t give him a little kiss?” Beca pouted. She tried to pinch Joan’s ass but found. As far as she could tell, the only one preventing complete construction disaster was her father. That was supported with little tales about how he had caught a wiring job that would have caught fire the first time they put power to it.In her father’s defense, the activities of good and responsible construction folks didn’t make a tale worth telling. The result was a rather skewed view of a whole industry, and the people who worked in it. She had completely accepted that view of the world.. It helped to pretend, but you'll never forget seeing the torn flesh, the broken bones, the blood.And then there was the bizarre journey to the hospital, sitting in the back of the ambulance on the gurney, trying to console yourself, feeling frustrated that you couldn't even hold your own hand, how everything just went through you when you tried to touch it. That was hard: trying not to freak out, trying not to believe that you were dead, or at least dying.And then the operation. You couldn't.