.. Ravenously my tongue melted around the red bud of her clit; a clit now extended from within the bonds of its diaphanous cowl, fully exposed to my m...outh, my kisses, my succulent loving attentions. Our bodies writhed together as one; each mind engrossed in the absolute joy of sex, raw and evocative emotions of loving and mutual lust.I was as immersed in the pleasure of giving to this lusting body as Stella was in the receiving of every sensation that was coursing through her! Her fingers. "We have to go." Polly said breathlessly."I don't want to," said Brian."We have to." she insisted gently."I might lose count again." he threatened."We can start over at the waterfall." she smiled.As she scrambled on up the trail yelling that they were coming. She had to half run as Brian kept reaching out to pat her butt, whining that he was just trying to help. She giggled and slapped at his hands ineffectually and twice ran ahead and then stopped to wag her butt at him, laughing as he leered. All I was allowed to was to feel her up outside her shirt and kiss her but that was plenty for me and I loved what I was allowed.That Christmas I got a new thing as a present. A computer! A Commodore 64 with a printer. It couldn't do much. I could play text-adventure-games on it but they were rather few. But it had a rather good word-processor that I used for all my homework and soon Beth too liked to use it so she spent longer and longer times in my room and our parents got used to the fact. It was quite a collection. I had an assembly line going.At the base of the driveway two of my workers were cleaning the stuff as best they could. I was then handed the item. I ran it a bit, to make sure it worked. Then I siphoned out the gas if there was a lot left.I did not store my equipment with gas left in it. Unleaded gasoline, even with stabilizer added, is a conglomeration of stuff that does not age well.Finally, there was Brenda Thomas. She was the girl I had met a few weeks ago, who.