You realize that gloriously happy moments can become arguments with one wrong word. I didn't want to utter that word."You know, I was surprised that h...e was just a kid."I probably should keep my mouth shut, I realized, but I decided to risk speaking. "Honey, when you were about to enter the ninth grade last year, I remember that you didn't think you were 'just a kid.' Has your opinion changed now that you're so much older and wiser?" Oh!" She blinked. Twice. "I didn't think about that. He. " Yeah, it's too bad we can't find a way to have more parties during the week." You don't need a party during the week. All you need if for Lance to go on one of his business trips." What do you mean?" The last time he went on a trip I stopped by his house and told Vivian I wanted to ask her advise on a problem I was having with my girlfriend. Then I acted nervous and said that maybe my being there with Lance gone might give the neighbors the wrong ides and I suggested that we go to a lounge. Kissing him on the lips his tong entered my mouth the French kiss was wonderful. Grabbing my ass he lifted me up and carried me too his bedroom where he laid me down on the bed. Sitting between my legs he grabbed the top of my cotton pants and thong pulling it towards him he pulled it of in one motion. My hard dick lay exposed as he came towards me one more time we kissed as he pulled my tank top over my head. Kissing me some more our dicks where pressed together until he began to slowly kiss. She had opened her legs wider and was moving her hips in a thrusting motion. He was sure she was fucking an imaginary cock in her mind. Misha: "Yeah... yeah... mmm... oh baby, press your didi big nipple harder."Her moans attained a crescendo, letting out a shrill scream all of a sudden as her finger got deeper inside her damp pussy and all movement stopped. Her body became still. His hands were still on her breasts. He continued with a soft massage for a few seconds and took his hands off.