It felt good… when you did that.” Sandy’s face is pressed to mine. She is manifesting every bit of her womanhood right now and I am incredibly t...urned on. Her breathing relaxed and almost normal, she smiles at me like a woman, then kisses me on the mouth. It lasts a second and she pulls away. I am shocked, the chills coursing through me the same as that first time I let her fondle me. Fear and arousal intertwine and she kisses me again, very deliberately. I don’t pull away – amidst a tumult of. Sandy had packed for a hotter climate so had nothing in the way of warm sleepwear. Mom found her a large t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I hadn't had a chance to really check her out because she was wrapped in a large black coat that hid the rest of her clothes and all I could see were her shapely legs in a pair of black boots that matched her coat and a pair of purple tights. I took the sleepwear up to Sandy and because I knew the house I didn't take a light. Sandy had a lamp with her and. "You little dyke bitch!" she screamed. "Why don't you mind your own business?"In seconds, other kids, including Libby and Yvonne, had surrounded Donna and Alexandra. Donna kept her hands up and her fists clenched, ready to defend herself.Donna said, "I told you to leave her alone. You wouldn't listen."About that time, I noticed the welt on the bigger girl's cheek and the blood dripping from her nose. Libby picked up Donna's bags and headed for the car. Yvonne followed Libby, and Connie walked. ‘Open your eyes,’ he whispered to me. I snapped them open and looked up at his face – his eyes, his smile… they painted a picture, a beautiful picture of desire. He gyrated his hips against mine as I held myself open for him, allowing him to get the depth we both needed and craved. Setting my body on fire, he thrust into me and touched me everywhere – touched my body with his hands, and my soul with care and concern for my pleasure and comfort. ‘Oh my fucking God, baby, you feel so good,’ he.