I was suddenly very nervous again, unsure of what to do with my arms or hands. Molly turned toward me, looking into my eyes, and I could see that she ...was just as nervous as I. Oddly, this had a calming effect on me, and I put my arm around her shoulder. She naturally, almost unconsciously, moved closer to me, her face tilted up to me. I lowered my lips to touch hers lightly, softly. Our first kiss was a tender, evanescent moment, experienced by both of us with our eyes wide open, watching each. And that's saying a lot.I'm not a regular visitor to The Highway, as it's known among those who are much more involved in it than I am. In fact, this is only my third, and probably last, visit. There are just too many other things in this world yet unvisited for me to keep returning to any one place.As such, I'm not accepted as one of the regulars. Regulars are people who use all their spare time and money to keep returning here time after time. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak. My younger brother did nothing but work all day and play at the computer all night, giving nearly everything he earned to the family budget to make ends meet. Mother worked all day nearly every day for the same reasons. Even I had to work whenever I could-while also being a full time college student. A student I had been when His accident had occured, and for an entire semester and more for his recovery. Months had passed and a new semester had just begun. It was in fact the very first day of. Lisa boggled while Gene told her how his sister had taught him everything he knew about sex but then corrected himself: ‘Everything short of me inserting my cock into any orifice.’ ‘Ohmigod, tell me everything.’ Forty minutes later, with Lisa’s pussy as bare as her ass cheek except for a directional arrow pointing towards her slit, carved in a little tuft of remaining hair, Lisa was ecstatic and so proud of Gene she was about to yield. Then Lisa heard her mom arriving home so cleaned up and.