Until she broke up with me the summer before we went to college, saying she didn’t want to try to make a long distance relationship work. Twenty two...years later, I still held a torch for her. Anybody out there who still doesn’t have a thing for their first love is either lying to themselves or dead. My brother went on. “She wanted to know if you’re on Facebook, and if you were married or not. Do you want me to tell her what’s happening in your life?” “No, I’m not going to let her get her. He was sitting on his bed and i was standing up near his dresser i was short 5'9 he was 6'4 when he sat down his face was still on the same level as mine. We started looking at each other and i had to make the first move so I got closer and put my hands on his neck and kissed him he placed his hands on my hips which is a really big turn on for me. I could feel his hands going down and grabbing my ass slowly. After kissing him i put my hands on his buckle and removed it. Then i unbuckeld them. ” By the way she said it, my skin crawled.“Mom? What do you mean?”“I want you guys to have fun. But be safe.”“Fun?”“I know how orgies are, baby. Just don’t fall in love with her.”“Don’t fall in love with whom?”“You know. Anyways, Happy New Year. Put your sister on.”Flabbergasted, I handed the phone to Grace.“Hey, Mom… Wait a minute. I’m going to go outside.”I didn’t hear any more of the conversation. Instead, I watched as Grace put on a pair of my sweats and a heavy coat and walked out. I can't resist myself, as I slowly caress your leg. Sliding my hand higher, I reach your lips, feeling your wetness. You must be having a very good dream. I ease a finger between your lips, moving up and down in your glistening wetness. You let out a slight moan, as your legs open wider, allowing me more access.I bend my head down, inhaling your scent. I give you a kiss, and then part your lips with my tongue. You taste so wonderful as I drink you in. My tongue delves into you deeper and.