” Amber smiled.“Love you too honey.” They stood in the shower embracing one another for a few minutes. Then Amber’s hand made its way down to ...rit’s pussy, where she started to rub. Brit kissed Amber’s neck, then her cheek, then her mouth. Brit carefully laid back onto the floor of the shower and Amber slid down next to her, both girls hands doing everything except keeping to themselves. They kissed deeply and passionately. Neither orgasmed but that hadn’t been what this was for; they both knew. The most modern thing in St Hicks was the Steeple family's John Deere tractor, at least they thought it was John Deere, it was hard to tell through the rust.When Barnaby Steeple was born, there were only three houses on their 'side' of St Hicks - the Steeples, the Smiths and the Pikes. Jack Smith was a year older than him, with straw coloured hair and freckles, and had been his best friend in the world, until he was six, when he needed to go to school. Instead of subjecting him to Pumpkel. Then he is kissing me harder and pressing against my body with his. Then he firmly grips my shirt and tears it open, the buttons fly all over. He yanks my bra off and I gasp as the cold air hits my nipples, instantly turning them hard. He bends and bites one while his fingers pinch the other, a deep moan escapes my mouth. Soon he is nipping my body and leaving bite marks as he works his way down. When he reaches my hip bones I scream and that’s when he gags me with my shirt. “Can’t have you. ”“Damn,” I said. “Start at the beginning.”“Are you sure you want to hear the whole story?”“Am I going to be happy at the end of this story?” I asked.“I think so. It started when I found my dad’s videotapes. You remember I told you about them?”“Yes.”“Well, he had no way of knowing I knew they even existed. Les knew about the tapes, but he was loyal to my dad so he’d never talk. And he got some attention, if you know what I mean.”“I get it,” I said. “Just tell the story.”“I knew my dad had been.