I reach my hand up to his cheek and pull his face towards mine. “I love you,” Jonathan whispers. “I love you too,” I say. “Nothing is ever... going to change that, nothing ever has changed that.” I kiss him, softly at first, and then harder. I pull him to me, slipping my tongue into his mouth as it intertwines with his. I let out a sigh, and his hands run all over my body, feeling every inch of me. I pull off his basketball shorts to reveal his, already hard cock. I guide it to me. He slowly. She isn't making this up and you better keep your hands to yourself," mom said. "If you girls want to know what real pain is, you have to have balls and sample what it feels like to be hit in them. Now THAT'S pain. I can squeeze my nipples and it doesn't do a thing to me," Jess said. "God, I wish you could be pregnant and feel the things I do. There's no way a guy can really understand what all a girl goes through. So just keep your big mouth shut and your hands off our bodies or you. It burned as it wentdown my throat, but it felt so good. I relished the near-pain from thefire as the liquor washed its way down to my stomach."Good, isn't it?" Pro asked.I nodded. "The best."Pro leaned back on his side, grinning at me. "Now I've got to be honestwith you. There is something in the whiskey, but don't worry - it won'tknock you out. I just wanted to give you something to calm you down soyou'd listen to my story." All right." Whatever was in the whiskey had already taken effect. I. One of the best things about living there was our next door neighbors. They were Irish, and their parents and mine were great friends. So much so, that we were almost always at each other's house.They had a nine year old girl named Cathleen, who was the same age as my older brother. There was a girl named Erwin, who was the same age as me, and they also had a two year old boy named Billy, who was the same age as my little sister. We all got along so famously that our parents often joked how our.