I have a tummy ache.”“Want me to rub it for you?”“Mkay...” and she pulls up her nightshirt.We are under the covers totally, not even heads s...ticking out, so it’s pretty warm now. It’s dark so I can’t see, but I can feel. I find her belly and rub it real softly, like Mama would. Our heads are right together so she whispers things to me.“Do you like me?”“Of course I do!”“Am I pretty?”“Yes.”“Would you kiss me?”If she could have seen, I am sure I blushed. But then I kissed her cheek. She turned her. She sounded so matter of fact about it. He thought back to the friends his sister had brought home. There had been lots of them. He could only think of one named "Val". She had been a mousy girl with dark hair and horn rimmed glasses."You don't mean that girl with the glasses? Her brother was on the football team, right?" he suggested."One and the same." said Miranda. "In fact her brother, Paul, was the one who got in my panties at that drive in." You let Paul the jock fuck you?" he asked. What we did not talk about were my ideas for my fairy tale. I realized the reason was I hadn't thought about it.There is a process women follow to plan for the "most important day of my life." It starts in childhood, but does not reach the detail level until we become aware it is a possibility. After all, you don't even know who he is going to be.You've been dating him for a while and at some point you realize he will make an acceptable husband, maybe even better.He hasn't even considered the. He pulled me to the edge of the seat and planted a wet kiss on the inside of my left knee. I shuttered a bit, it’s not that the kiss felt that exciting, but the anticipation was killing me. I was in need of relief, and in need of it very soon. He left little kisses up and down my thighs, getting close to my pussy but never close enough. My eyes were closed and I was breathing hard, biting down on my panties. I must have subconsciously been thrusting towards him because when he stopped kissing I.