At least I don’t think so.”“Go on,” urged Mindy.“So anyway, while he was driving me to the hospital, I couldn’t lean back, and I sort of p...ut my arms on the dashboard and then lay my head on them, you know?” She got another nod and went on. “And I didn’t realize it at first, but the shirt was hanging straight down and wasn’t covering anything. And he kept looking over at me.” She looked away nervously and then back. “And I sort of let him look.”“Why?” asked her mother. To Jennifer, she actually. My heart started to race and my pussy pulsed. Before I knew it I was flat on my back on the sand, legs wide apart, my left hand squeezing my little tits and my right hand finger fucking myself.Through the haze of the orgasm I saw lots of young men looking down on both Kate and I as we both rode out our orgasms. I could vaguely hear some of the comments that the young men were making,“Fucking sluts.”“They start young these days.”“What I could do with either of them.”“I like ‘em young.”“Come here. My family and my cousins family were (still are) neighbors. That Summer was the Summer where I discovered a new me. I discovered that I liked boys. I had just gotten out of the 4th grade. I was 9 years old and I was more happy than ever to have Summer here. That Summer my brother, my sister and I spent most of our time playing outside with our cousins. We would be at each others houses constantly. If we werent jumping on the trampoline then we would be swimming. One hot July day everything. “If I fire this now, I’m going to cause most of it to break.” Taking everything outside, he grouped it together but not touching in the wide hole. Well away from the pottery, he circled it with small limbs, rotten wood and grass, and set a small fire. This, he hoped, would finish drying the clay pots and bowls and give him better results when he fired everything for real. “I’ve spent too many hours making this stuff to break it by exposing it to a firing when there is probably still moisture in.