He swallows the moan that rises from my throat. His tongue swirls around my mouth. My head swims and I can’t think. His hands are a revelation in th...emselves. I can feel their rough, calloused skin slide under my shirt, lightly scraping me. They come to a rest right under my breasts, kneading the flesh there. I desperately want to feel them palming my mounds, pinching my already hard nipples. His thumbs are making small circles, gradually working their way under my bra. I slide my hands from. I asked her if she would rather have me go to her dance and she quickly shot that down (thank you Holly for letting me peek into a 14 year old girl’s mind).I told her that I was not keeping her age a secret, but she should “dress up” for the dance, to kind of disguise her age a bit. She understood, but said that if there was anybody that was a Sophomore who went to her school would probably remember her, since she had dated quite a few 9th graders the year before. Not a problem with me, and we. After a lot of hard work and a few years of saving I'd finally had enough to make the trip a permanent move. So for us it was more of a homecoming after being gone to long, then a fresh start away from the big city lights. It had started with a simple bbq, but several of the neighbors had cracked open a few bottles of their home made wines, jugs being passed from hand to hand it was quickly turning into more of a block party. Kids were running up and down the road and in an out of several. By the time an hour had passed, they had circled the lake and found a small meadow that was being warmed by the full sunshine of the day.“Damn!”, Jim remarked. “If I’d been thinking, I would have brought the cooler! By the time I go there and back, we’ll both die of starvation!”. Well, it was a good excuse to start that diet after the previous night’s dinner, he rationalized.“Dad, don’t worry about it. I’m still stuffed from last night. I’d like to go through these shots while we’re still here..