It actually didn’t taste too bad, but I didn’t mouth her. I did think about it, but just couldn’t, not yet. I never thought of a girl that way b...efore.”“What did she do for you?”“She fingered me and made me cum, all I could think of is you. Well, at least most of the time. Her hands are so soft and her fingers found my hot spots. When we stopped I think we both felt foolish and quickly got dressed. We didn’t talk about it. Actually she looked away from me every time our eyes met. I hope she. I know because I have seen some during gym time. Anyways, dances were always the worst for me. My dad I guess was a stud in high school so in a way I was kind of a disappointment. I am too afraid to ask a girl and when I did they always said no. I would often stand in my corner waiting for the dances to be over and my dad to pick me up. Mrs. Smith (for the sake of making this whole entry anonymous), was one of my favorite teacher. She wasn't only smart, but also was beautiful. I always had a. And to make matters worse, his conscience bothered him; not only about Nancy, but also what he was doing to Buck Pappas.“Man, you better get your head on straight! First things first. And right now you need some operating money because without it, you ain’t got nuthin’ no how.”His pace quickened and he found himself grinning at the difference twenty-four hours had made in his life. A beautiful woman with lots of money walked into his life and suddenly he’s worrying. After breakfast we talked about the kids and all matters pertaining to family and jobs. About 1pm I picked up the paper and went into the den. As I read the sports page I noticed that a mela of sorts was on about 150 miles away . Knowing that madhuji loved such events I went back into the kitchen and asked if she would like to go She got excited and remarked she had not been to the Mela since Uncle died 5 years ago. Because it would get alte I told her to go pack some clothes and we’d make a.