“Not even close to being the first time. I’ve always been afraid of getting rejected and things being weird between us,” she replied, moving clo...ser to me as her hand went to the back of my head. “Things could never get weird between us,” I whispered as her lips made contact with mine. As the kissing intensified, our hands did their roaming. Gripping and squeezing breasts, trailing down stomachs and settling in on horny cunts. I dipped two fingers in her tight little box and gave it all I could. ...you know. I justwanted you to know that I'm not, um, gay. I just got a little carriedaway last night and I had a feeling you did, too. It's like somethingcame over me. I've been feeling strange ever since we got here." Helooked at me expectantly.I had to agree. "I've been feeling weird, too. Maybe it's just beingin the tropics." Don't take this the wrong way, Scott, but I can't stop thinking aboutyour cock."I felt it jump inside my Speedo. He put his hand on it and I groaned. "Not out. She ran all of her fingers through his hair just the way she knew he loved. He knew just how to make her horny. While they kissed, he placed one hand on her hip, slowly stroking up and down her side, just barely allowing his thumb to graze the side of her breast each time. He put his other hand on the back of her neck and gently massaged the small indentations behind her earlobes. This made her start to breathe heavier and moan a little. He noticed this and started to feel her up just a tiny. Ann checked out Betty and looked at my mom to plead that maybe she should reconsider but my mom stood firm on that decision.“The story of my life. You know I didn’t ask to be born pretty. I dont know George’s last name because he was too shy to ever tell it to me. He did my science homework without my asking. I have to date men twice my age because boys my own age are afraid of me,” she admitted”It isn’t because you are too pretty. You are vain. I just think you are much more experienced than.