” “It isn’t much.” “It’s the beginning. I told you that something might jog your memory, and now something has. Hang in there, be patient,... there’ll be more.” “I hope you’re right. How did you happen on the poem?” “The fact that you kept thinking of ‘Hill and Dale’ intrigued me. Why Hill and Dale, why not just dale? So I did an Internet search yesterday while I was at work. It’s one of the few things I know how to do on a computer. When I came across the poem and saw that it was by an. Every detail, drawn like a painting in my head. Some of these images, are images that help bring me to mind blowing orgasms. Even just writing this is bound to get me going. Just thinking that you will read this, and know how naughty I can be. I am wearing panties, and that's all. I slip my hand under them as I read, or in some cases, when I write. I can't help but feel horny when I log onto this site. There is just something, like a magnetic force that pulls my hand towards my pussy. As I sit. I’m a friend of Alice. You must be her sister.”“Yes, I’m Kat.Come in and sit down. Alice is upstairs changing. Can I get you anything to drink?”“No, but thank you. Alice is lucky to have a nice friend like you.”I smiled and she smiled back. I felt a charge of emotion. It was a mix of empathy mixed with attraction. “I am going to let Alice know that you are here.”As I turned around I saw Alice walking down the stairs. She was in a light summer dress. One of my favorites. I enjoy watching her. Swimming, this time, was just foreplay. There was no roughhousing. The blood brothers gravitated to each other as easily as Moses gravitated to Hilda Mae. Bernadette went from talking to Nathan, to kissing Curtis Lee right in front of the others. He resisted for two kisses, saying “Not in front of them!” Her answer to that was to pull him from the water, pick up his clothes and hers, and take him back to the treehouse.They didn’t make it past the first platform, before she pushed him to his.