J stands for Jean. Twelve years old, seventh grader. Partly civilized. Prepared to fetch cold beverages and snacks all night long. Will peel grapes an...d feed them to you one at a time.Billie curtsied. She looked like an older version of her sister, though she was two years younger. About two inches taller and hair just a little longer, breasts bigger, but not as pointy.I stepped down until I was between the last two girls. "Refugees second class, ma'am. Bradley, Betty, no middle initial, I don't. Extend my hand close to her hips and remove my another palms from her lips seen into her eyes and kissed her as she closed her eyes.First I have kissed her lower lip and then locked her upper lip .She went inside my mouth and we have exchanged saliva.Our tongues were twisted and they were playing like a small kids inside our mouths. We kissed passionately for about 10 minutes. then the lights of the car had broken our silence.We resumed our Journey and she pressed her boobs hard on my back. “I should have taken you up on your invite last night,” Molly said. “You’re a tasty little morsel.”“I can’t believe I frigged my beaver for a minute before you even noticed,” Tiffany said, wiping the saliva off her fingers on the hem of her shirt.“He was completely oblivious,” Molly remarked. “You asked him about camping and his eyes went vacant. I suspect he was reliving my prodigious blowjob skills.”“Or me gulping down the first load of my life,” Tiffany cut in. “Which was it, Phil? Molly’s. What do you have to say about that?" I told you to watch your language," she responded in a scream. She knew she was in a weak position, but she had nothing else. Chris was emboldened by her lame response. "Are you a 'nasty cock sucker,' mother?" he said. He knew that he had made a big mistake the second the words were out of his mouth.Allison's hand flew out to hit him across the face, turning his head to the side, and leaving a hand print on his cheek. A small cut formed at his lip.Tears.