Well her name was Eva-Jane. The “If only” in life lies scattered everywhere. If only I had done this instead of that. If only I had left the house...five minutes later. If only I had bought Google instead of Citibank. If only I had kept my mouth shut. If only I had been born rich. You get it right? Pretty much everyone has his or her own “If only” list. For most of us the list is pretty fucking long. At sixteen we all dream of our first love and I was like that. I daydreamed all the time,. I'm not good at French and eventually she drops into my natural language."Today Mister Caine is going to help you all with your studies!" This gets a reaction out of everyone and she pulls out a chair and instructs me to sits on it, feet apart, "You are going to practice your French for parts of the body, including bones and muscles. This is of great importance should you find yourself injured in a foreign country."And the torture begins. From somewhere has been produced a long stick, which is. We had a two bedroom apartment with my parents taking one room and my sister and I taking the other. There were two seperate single beds but they were easy to move together. It was a scorching day and my sister and I went to the beach. She was in a ridiculously tiny shocking pink bikini set. She was barely covered up and was getting alot of attention down at the beach, especially when teh water hit it and made it go practically see through. It really didnt leave much to the imagination. On the. On a previous outing we somehow got on the subject of sex. And or masturbation I admitted that I did.get myself off a few times. The conversation progressed to mutual masturbation.. Hell I was 16 or 17 at the time. We ended up going into the tent and laid on top of our sleeping bags. Ronnie brought some toilet paper with him. We both stripped off our pants. I reached over and grabbed his cock. He was flaccid, and I thought it was like holding my own while taking a pee. Ronnie reached over and.