We were dancing up against each other. Our boobs pressing against each other. Our hands moving from our backs to our asses. Gently squeezing, brushing..., touching every inch of each other’s body. I buried my face in her neck and breathed into it, she buried her face in my neck and suddenly I could feel it. I could feel her tongue licking from the bottom of my neck going all the way up to my ear. There she placed a little warm lingering kiss. Her lips on my neck felt amazing. Shivers ran down my. We made a little small talk and Ben suggested that we switch vehicles if we were interested in staying for the fireworks later that night. Sense I said I really wanted to see them, Rob switched keys and said we’d see each other later. ‘Let’s go see what’s here.’ I said to Rob and we said our goodbyes and walked back towards the fair. Once we were out of sight from the barn Rob grabbed my hand and together we walked around looking at all the fun stuff available. Like every year, the busiest. " That's okay, Mrs. Taylor," I offered, trying to calm the waters. "Ikind of look like my Mom, and besides I borrowed her sweater to go tothe mailbox. It's an honest mistake." Well, it's your name, too and your voice is also, um, a little high fora teenage boy. I have to admit I was completely fooled." The baking part would've done it for me," added Julia, who was stillstruggling to contain her amusement."Oh yeah, I need to finish what I was doing," I said, eager to get outof the room before I. "You shore is a'mess," she said, shaking her head."Now Martha," Missy said."I seen sausage meat ain't chopped up that much," the big-shouldered black woman said, smiling at me."Get on, now," I said, pulling up my drawers. "You should'a seen me when I was really hurt. It was ugly. Lady that sewed me up, Arabella, a red-headed black lady 'bout half your size, she wore out two needles and used up all the thread they had on my back, finally got a fiddle string to finish the job."Martha and Missy.