.Um... Ihr... Verst?ndnis." Was war das denn?" fragt mich Andy... "Hat die zwischen jedem Wort neNummer geschoben oder wie?" Red doch kein Mist... Das... war eine Computeransage!" Bestimmt'n cooler Job... den ganzen Tag am PC sitzen, poppen undzwischen jedem Seufzer was ansagen..." Du bist'n Heini, wei?t du das?" Und du bist'n... Hey da kommt der Zug. It's Partytime..." Du Andy, der ist ja megavoll!" Mist!!!" Komm, erst mal einsteigen und dann sehen wir wo wir uns hinplatzen."Gesagt, getan. Nur. Anyway, we were talking about sex and she was telling me how they had slowly began kissing, then on to a little feeling around, like his hands on her boobs, then up under her shirt, then under her bra. From the first feel outside her shirt to a bare boob feel took about two weeks."What about him, what about touching his penis, his dick?" I asked eagerly."Oh, well, by the time he was sucking my boobs, that was about a month later, well, he was laying on the sofa, his head on my arm in my lap. At 10 o'clock they registered at the hotel and went up to their room.David put the two bags on a stand in the corner of the room. 'What would you like to do now baby?' He asked with a smile. 'Boing, boing!' 'What? What does boing, boing mean?' 'Don't you remember the "Magic Roundabout?' 'Of course, that's the childrens' programme where Mr Zebeddee closed the show by popping up with that springing noise and say to Florence...' 'Time for bed!' Stephanie finished for him. Grinning, she. ’ Screw that; I’m very mature for my age. After all, I’m a freshman in high school now! I even changed my appearance to fit the “hipster” style of dress. I dyed my hair red, I wear those big faced black glasses & fedoras, my nose is pierced, and most of the shirts I own are off the shoulder cut offs that leave little to the imagination. Plus my tits are like double the size they were last year. I’d tell my cup size, but I don’t wear a bra. Uncle Ron refuses to take me, and Colin forgot he had a.