She bites her lower lip between her teeth and shudders when her fingertip brushes her clit as she remembers the fiery warmth of his mouth. His lips su...king that tingling bud in to be teased by his tongue. Her finger begins to trace a tightening circle, as the warmth and electricity spreads from her lips to the rest of her body. She feels the tightening in her stomach as she remembers his tongue tracing the edges of her lips. The passion is burning bright within her, and her finger moves more. I felt a fluttering in my heart as this beauty held my hand. She was taller than her mother, slightly built, with lovely blue eyes and pale pink lips.“Um, well,” I said. “I think just ‘Bruce’ will do.”I turned to Faith, who was shorter with darker hair and brown eyes. She ignored my hand, stepped forward, and hugged me. I felt awkward. Two hugs in one day after a decade with no physical contact. I felt my body responding and pulled back from the girl.“I do remember you, Bruce,” Faith said. “I. She hadn’t finished and she hadn’t told me to move her clothes, “You know what its like, boy and girl alone in a bedroom, people talk Jerry and I am not like that at all” she said trying to defend her case.“Oh right Sandy, nor am I, in fact if anything I am probably gay” which in hindsight was a stupid thing to say seeing as though my cock was bursting inside my shorts and I think she was looking right at it while I had my face covered.I peeped over the top of her clothes and I was right as her. "You're beautiful, Irene," I murmured as I moved my face the few inches required so that my lips could press hers. I guess, as I analyze what I've written, she wasn't entirely free of blame for what happened? She could have easily broken off the kiss. But she didn't. Her lips were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, likely the 7-Up we'd mixed with the rum, and they parted to my cautiously probing tongue."No Joe... don't," she protested,.