We called it "roughing" it, but with grandpa's house just a half hour away, it was not really too rough.When we turned 11 and 12, grandma died, and st...rangely enough, grandpa died just a month later. I guess he just gave up the will to live. Dad inherited the farm, and gave grandma's and grandpa's old trailer to the church. But he kept the farm, and our fishing trips continued every summer with the three of us spending a full week camping at the lake ... sometimes even two weeks.During the year. I could feel her presence as she walked around me, sizing me up. Feel her cold breath caress my neck. ?I’ve got a confession to make. I knew who you were before I asked.? Alissa stated. I was shocked though curious about how she knew. There was no way I had met her before. As if she was answering my unsaid questions she carried on. ?I’ve been following you for a while now. You caught my attention roughly a month ago and there’s no other way to see this but for the past month or. “So we kissed. Big deal. It was a date, wasn’t it?”“You know she’s had a crush on you for a while, don’t you? That’s why she felt she had to speak to me on Friday. I can’t believe she thought she had to ask my permission.”“No, I didn’t know that.”We came to the same bench I’d shared with Lisa the night before and sat down.“She says you’re going out again next weekend.”I nodded. “Yeah.”“And how do you feel about that?”“She’s a nice girl.”“But?”“But...”“No spark?”I nodded. “Not like with...”She. I licked and sucked her hard, pink nipples as she stroked the back of my head. Her breathing became jagged and I listened as her heart raced under my attentions. I lowered her from our sitting position and laid her across our bed, hair spayed across our white sheets like a golden fan. I kissed her lips, my body poised over hers so I was hardly an inch away from her at any point. I knew she could feel my heat. I ran my hand over her swollen southern lips, feeling the warmth and wetness radiate.