"Nothing," I groaned as I ran my fingers over my wilting prick, checking for signs of blood. Thankfully my hand came away clean."Didn't sound like not...hing," she muttered, shaking her head as I slowly jerked my cock back to full erection. "No," she hissed. "You almost choked me with that thing." I'm sorry," I said, reaching down to pull Heather to her feet. "Why don't you lay down on the bed and I promise to make it up to you." How?" she asked suspiciously."Oh, you know." No, I don't," she. Our stomachs touch first, then our hips, and our chests. My hands slide up the fabric of your shirt to rest on your chest. I look again into your eyes, but only for a moment, as our lips touch, then my eyes drift softly shut. At first the kiss is soft, like many we have shared throughout the day. Our lips part and our tongues intertwine, playing that ever familiar teasing game of cat and mouse. And then something changes. I’m not sure what it is, but I can feel it deep down inside my soul,. Besides what we did for you goes beyond my own principals, but we did it anyway. For you"I was starting to understand. And I think it is a good thing. My first time was with my father, not some random guy I will find (No offence people). As soon as she stopped talking my dad came into my room. A smile across his face. "How is she doing" he asked my mom. She looked at me waiting to reply. A small "Good" came through along with a smile. What I did not expect was for my mom to remove my blanket.. ’ Di looked at Roxy and said, ‘What? You’ll swallow a fly leaving your mouth dropped open like that. Are you embarrassed at being complimented so grandly?’ Roxy clamped her mouth tight and made no reply. Di giggled and said oh god, Roxy was blushing like a schoolgirl. ‘Right to lunch and to work,’ Di said. ‘I’ve been given the space to write a two-page spread on your ‘The Amazing Miss Young’ series for tomorrow’s Saturday Magazine section in the Herald. Your PR department has supplied some.