She had made no attempt at dissuading his obvious gaze. His mouth was dry when he finally looked back up to the 14-year-old teen's face and spoke."Wha...'d ya think?" was all that he said and then waited silently for a response. He didn't dare go out on a limb and say something that would cross the line, afraid that he might find that she had no idea what he was really talking about.Carrie didn't know how she should respond. What was it that her father wanted her to say? She was sure that this. We started smooching passionately. it continued for about 10 minutes. while kissing i had pushed her towards wall and started caressing her body. Finally we broke the kiss came to bed. I started removing her top and she was hesitant initially but agreed later. I was pressing her 36c silky soft boobs and kissing her neck. This turned her on she moved my shirt held me tight. I was biting her boobs gently over her maroon color bra. She was looking like an angel. her fair body was shining.I removed. You are very pretty and very nice, but you don't owe me anything, and I try not to lie with girls young enough to be my daughter." I'm not, honest," she said. "I never had a man, really, 'cept the Germans." Tell me how old you are." Seventeen," she said, putting her hand on my thigh."Try again," I said."Sixteen."I was quiet."In August," she said."And your sister, she's what, twelve?"She nodded, "Almost thirteen."I leaned down as kissed her gently snd patted her back. "Nope," I said. "Don't be. It was wonderfulhaving this private secret at home and pretending to be Mom?s adoringdaughter.Then one night I woke from a frightening dream. I had been running downthe street being chased by boys who kept shouting about how I looked justlike fairy girl and ... When my head cleared I decided this had gone toofar and I resolved to stop dressing like a girl. Even though I only didit at home I had a sense that this was dangerous, and bad things wouldhappen if anyone found out. What if we.