Looking down, tears in her eyes. Then she looked into mine. It was one of those scenes from the big screen. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, we moved tow...rd each other. At what point do two people know they are going to kiss? The years seemed to slip away. It was suddenly two 17 year-olds, sitting on the same sofa, kissing. It was not long before we were kissing passionately, our tongues entwined. Suddenly Sue stood, flustered. “I am sorry, Jim. I didn’t come here to take advantage of your grief.. "Mmmmm" moaned Liz as she began licking the head of this growing cock before taking about half the shaft down her throat."Damn bitch you sure know how to suck. You like this 30 year old big black cock? Take it deep slut" groaned T as he grabbed Liz's face and began deeply fucking it hard and fast causing her to gag and choke."Wait babe" Liz gasped coming off for a second. "I should put on my cheerleader uniform since you've never been with one." Alright but hury your tight ass up" replied. And, when Leslie has seen all that, I'll take her back to the house. There, flee as she might wish too, I'll catch her and strip her. I'll touch her membrane, the membrane which protects her inwardness and our liberty.Then, and only then, I'll stroke her for the first time where she has admitted that she strokes herself. And I will pursue her response to those strokes until I'm quite satisfied that I have caught something which is as quicksilver and precious as the girl herself. I will hold her. And although I no longer reside in those particular circumstances, they will nevertheless follow me well into adulthood. This is my reasoning for not letting the proverbial cat out of the bag. So what is this dark secret I have been keeping just beyond the shadows? To you it may mean nothing, be something frivolous, but disconcerting. That still doesn’t change the fact that to me, it’s an emotional battle. A war raging inside my subconscious, and I haven’t the necessary weaponry to win the.