" Slim said with a grin.Slim knocked on the door of Ross Curran and turned the knob tentatively until he heard a loud "Come!" from the other side."Mr.... Curran I've finished the research you and Mr. Fountain requested and having it copied and bound in a file folder as we speak. Miss Myerson and Mr. Branniff have projects in the Xerox queue as well. Should I have it notarized and a cover letter prepared?" Slim asked confidently from the doorway."Well, yes and a no. Please come in Mr. Beupour.". When I was a teenager me and my best mate Tommy used to have what we called play time. This involved us both sitting around in just our boxer’s watching porn films and masturbating together, it was nothing gay but I did love to see him cum he always shot loads of sperm all over his chest and stomach and this was always enough to get my spunk flying. Like most people we drifted apart when collage and work came between us but a few months back I bumped into him at a mutual friend’s wedding, so we. "Every girl is different, Paul, there's no one answer." "Then, tell me what you like, Kit." Line crossed. There was a pause, a moment of oops and then she rolled over to face me. "Paul, this really isn't an appropriate conversation for me to have with a sixteen year old boy. Besides, your mother would kill me." "I have to learn from someone! And my mom will never know." I tried to sell the idea of her tutoring me. "What am I going to tell her, Mom you don't have to tell me how to touch a girl,. Looking down at my dress and strappy sandals, I laughed and hoped we weren’t going far. As we climbed out, you reached in the back and grabbed a bag that I hadn’t seen you put in the car. Taking my hand, you led me to the mouth of a trail that led into the woods. Feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland, we walked along the path. I’ve always loved the woods. I always felt at peace surrounded by the smell of pine and grass, the sunlight trickling through the leaves, the sounds of birds.