She was so innocent and naïve about the world of sex but I was enjoying watching her grow.“Do you have a lap-top?”“Yeah, ‘course I do” she ...eplied“Go get it” I said She climbed out of bed naked and padded out the bedroom, returning a few minutes later with her laptop. She climbed into bed with me again.“Turn it on and let me have it, I want to show you some videos”Once she had got it running, I raised my knees and placed it on my lap, navigating to a web site that I had often used. I. Knowing Mark is watching has definitely had an effect on me. One I didn't expect, I'm even more excited knowing he's there. I open my eyes and turn my head for a quick glance at him. I'm startled to discover he has undone his pants and has his cock out and in his hand. It is already erect and hard. I can even see a glistening drop of pre cum leaking from its tip. I turn my face back to the wall, trying to hide my smile and push my hips back against Heather's fingers. Grinding my pussy even. Anyway, I knew that this kind of contact with Debbie should not, must not, end in mere necking. No, it was destined to end with my cock exploding cum inside of her warmth. Shit, I was hoping that there wouldn't be too much blood when I broke her cherry. At least, the couch was leather, and well worn, and I was counting on the fact that Mom would never notice it if we left any traces of fucking.But of course, all those thoughts are in retrospect. At the precise moment, I never gave a thought to. Seasons of love. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes! Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes – how can you measure the life of a woman or man?In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died. Its time now to sing out, tho the story never ends lets celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!.