I log on to the internet. It is in this forum that I think I have found you, again. You are my hope and my memory. I spend much of my time wondering i... I’ll catch a glimpse of you again. I look out the window of my bedroom, away from the computer screen. I see the fence line and trees overhead. They might as well not exist. I remember so vividly each of the last eleven years. I run the months through my mind, and I wonder how I could have changed things to accommodate what I now know is true. I. I was approaching fifteen, previously when we parted it was always a kiss on the cheek and a hug instead she started to kiss me on the lips she also started to rub the inside of my legs whilst we were in the car once she put her hand on my hard cock I almost came and filled my pants with my spunk.A week before I reached fifteen she asked my parents if she could take me for a long weekend as an early Birthday present again my parents agreed although my Sisters moaned and bitched that was alright. Mt tongue licked my lips, accidently touching him, he tasted salty,, slightly acrid, but I liked it and licked him a little more forceful, each lap, bringing higher moans, culminating in a huge sigh, as I opened my mouth and took him all the way in.This was the most exquisite feeling, I knew I was performing a 'Blow-Job', I luxuriated in having him in my mouth, I pushed my face hard against the door trying to gobble more of his cock into me, refusing to let him pull back in his natural rythnm. I said sorry she said it is ok and she touched my hard tool I was afraid and went back there was no place for me to move and she sat before me and started rubbing my tool the way I was doing I felt great but I was afraid, she slowly started kissing my tool, the feeling I got was great and she slowly took my tool in her mouth and she was staring into my eyes I could not see her face with fear and she said ok cool down and she closed her eyes and pumping my tool with her mouth and I got courage.