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hard on her front wall, causing Abby
to moan as she slid her tongue into Sara’s pussy. 
     
                “Fuck!  
Fuck!  Oh, fuuuuck!” Gwen moaned.
     
                Sara’s
insides swelled, almost as if she would invert.  Suddenly, Sara’s insides spun
to a pinpoint, and she felt her pussy begin to quiver. 
     
                “Oh…God…yes!” 
Sara exclaimed, feeling as though her insides were being pulled out of her.
     
                Abby
moaned loudly, and more insistently, as she put her finger on her own clit, and
pressed hard.
     
                Sara
fell back, her body still quivering, her pussy still convulsing, as she lay
there, lost to the world.  Abby collapsed on her side, panting audibly, and
giggling, as Gwen looked on.
     
                “Wow. 
He’s my best … friend … ever,” Abby giggled.
     
                “He
may need a godmother,” Gwen offered.
     
                Sara
smiled, opening her eyes.  “I’ve never done that.  It was ….  Thank you, both
of you.”
     
                Sara
clasped her hand to her chest, feeling her still-reeling heart.  “Wow.  I can’t
stop.”     “You don’t have to,” Abby offered.

CHAPTER
THREE
     
                Devin
became a regular morning ritual for Sara.  She enjoyed rising at her usual
early time, and getting a jump on the day.  She especially enjoyed the counsel
of a surprisingly wise man over pastries and coffee. 
     
                “I
could bundle you up and ship you back to Kansas, Devin.  Just watch yourself,”
Sara kidded, one morning.
     
                “Not
that I wouldn’t mind, pet, but I do have the missus, and the kids.  She’d have
a rough road indeed without me bringing in the money,” Devin confessed.
     
                “Why
don’t I ever see your family around here, Devin?”  Sara asked.
     
    “Well,
the boys are just too cool to do a pastry shop, and the missus …” his voice
trailed off.  “Well, she used to help out, but she just sort of quit after a
while.  We’ve been married a long time.  Sometimes she just gets bored, I
think.”
     
    “You
don’t know?  Haven’t you talked about it?”  Sara asked.
     
    “No,
not really.  The wife usually just doesn’t want to talk about things.  She just
wants to get her way.  I suppose most women are like that.  So, I give her what
she wants, as best I can, and that’s that.”
     
    “That
sounds dull,” Sara offered, then caught herself.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to
get too personal.”
     
    Devin
smiled.  “No need, m’dear.  Our marriage is stronger than a friend’s
criticism.”  He petted Sara’s hand lightly.  “You just bide your time, pet, and
set your standards carefully.  I’m sure the right man will make himself known
when it’s right for you.”
     
    “I
suppose,” Sara said wistfully.  She wondered if she would ever have her own
family.  
     
    *          *          *
     
    Sara
walked slowly back toward her room.  It was a cool, sunny morning, the kind
that made Sara think of her childhood, when she felt no pressures, and
everything was safe.  She walked onto the campus, and into the lawn.  She
perked up, hearing piano music waft across the lawn.  She immediately walked
toward the piano room, and peeked in the window, confirming her suspicion that
Professor Evans was playing.  She immediately walked into the entryway, and
knocked on the door.  Professor Evans peeked around the doorway.
     
    “Well,
you’re consistent,” Professor Evans offered, pursing his lips.
     
    “I
just wanted to listen.  I wasn’t any trouble last time, and I won’t be this
time,” Sara said, as if she were trying to convince herself as she said it.
     
    Professor
Evans hesitated, then swung the door open.  Sara’s chair was already beside the
piano, and