One day I asked her saying how did she feel when I hugged her she was hesitant to talk about it but I persisted then she gave the shocking reply she s...aid she felt somewhat good. i was like wounder then I asked why did she scold me then she said she scolded me coz she was not into anything like that and she asked me why did I hug her.I felt it was time I tell her the truth I said her that I have a big crush on her and she very attractive she started blushing then she asked a very bold question. Whimpering she dropped her head to her crossed arms in the grass in shame.**********************************************************For the moment, Molly was still intact. She was hiding as well as she could behind the toilet stool. The thirteen year old girl was dealing with a friendly eager dog and new sensations. She giggled when he licked her face and now hard nipples on her small perky tits. Then he found her partly exposed virgin pussy and the bright red fuzz around it. Even as molly. It came as no surprise that after a few glasses of wine and several long talks about the future, we kissed. Soft, timid kisses that make your toes tingle, morphing into hungry, passionate, even desperate kisses that make you feel as if your body has been set aflame. Friends we were, lovers we had not yet become. As friends, it should have been easy for us to ask one another how to be touched. It wasn’t. I cared for him. I wanted to hold and kiss and lick him until the pleasure was too much for. "You missed a spot," she said, pointing to her upper lip. I wiped it with the napkin, then took a drink of my coffee."You look a little flushed," she grinned, "are you feeling o.k.?" Uh, yeah, fine." I tried to change the subject, "What are you reading?" Oh, just the latest bullshit theories on global warming," she said, "the guys who write this stuff should really do their homework before they start spouting nonsense to the media. You've still got a bit on your neck, come over here, let me get.