He rubbed and eventually poked into my opening. I jerked when he did this and he looked up at me and then went back to poking his finger in and out a...nd watching my hips move in response.Eventually he moved his fingers up until they touched my bump. His fingers were plenty wet by this time and I couldn’t help saying “Oh, yea!” as he started rubbing. As good as it had been fingering myself having someone else do it was even better.Pretty soon I was rolling my hips and Bobby leaned over and. And eventhough Brianne was rather intimidating, she seemed nice.And we have been best friends ever since. We were almost alwaystogether, laughing all the time. But Christmas Break of that year waswhen things really started to change."Hey, on New Year's we're going to have a little get together. Just meand you and a couple of other people. You up to it?" I shrugged my shoulders uneasily. "I don't like parties."Brianne shook her head and grabbed my shoulders. "No no no it's not aparty! It's a get. I have never seen death before, but I know at that moment she has gone. It is only then I realise her other hand is holding mine, to be more precise, my index finger and still gripping tightly.Instinctively I pull my hand from hers and then for some reason I take hold of her hand with both of mine and mumble something or other about finding peace and reuniting with loved ones or some such shit. I don’t believe in any of that crap, it just seems to be the right thing to do.It seems to have. . You didn't close it tight enough, did you." No, I thought it was enough to just hang the flap over. The sun was shining! I didn't count on that... that... hum, stream being that slippery. It looked as if it was sand all over the bottom." It was." No it wasn't. Not were I trod anyway." OK, lets get our clothes up and dry them and while you do that I think I've better get the tent up, we might as well stay here for the night. We aren't going anywhere particularly so..." Oh, OK."We busied.