“Well, kinda. A lot of people call it Sweetheart Beach,” I explained.“And let me guess,” Britney smirked. “It’s because everybody likes to... bring their ‘sweethearts’ out here, right?”“Yeah, sure, I guess so.”“So, in other words, you brought me out to a make-out place?”I felt myself blushing. “I suppose you could….say that. I suppose some people make out when they come here.”“Have you brought girls here to make out?” she asked mischievously.“I, um, yeah, I’ve brought a few girls out here,” I. Again the skin moved on top of something harder. It was something much harder now, and his heart went "Kabump." But the shaft escaped her fingers to lie further towards her. She wrapped her whole hand around it. His heart was louder for another beat."I hope your father doesn't make you clean his guns," Steve said."He hasn't gone hunting in years, and he won't let me touch them." She thought girls should be allowed to handle guns, and she thought this an odd time to bring up the subject."Because. Why do you ask?’ ‘Valentine’s Day is coming and I was wondering if you had someone special to celebrate it with,’ replied Ben. I smiled and told him I had nothing special planned. In fact I had to work that evening. I went about my chores and let my mind wander. I did think about Ben and his good looking grandson, Rob. No, it could never happen, Rob was just thanking me for taking care of his grandfather. One evening I was sitting with a group of guests when Valentine’s Day came up. I mentioned. You just happen to like a certain kind of sex and I just happen to like the same kind.” We hugged and I held her in my arms on the sofa. I think that I was the first person that Amy had ever told these things to and the fact that I understood where she was coming from made her feel safe. As she lay there with her head on my shoulder I told her, “Don’t take this the wrong way but listening to your story has gotten me turned on a bit.” Amy leaned away from me and gave this sheepish grin. “Really?.