Tim was starting to grind and buck now; I had an inkling what that meant. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter down below, I had been masturb...ting for a few years now and thrilled at the excitement and recognition of sexual heat. Those fuck-pleasures would wait for another day. You had to suck before you fuck...kind of a bastardized version of walk before you run, or something like that, which was the group think amongst teenage girls in my group at the time. There were two hands on. ’ What? Is she being serious? ‘Uh, I’m sorry, I think you’re mistaken, he’s not my boyfriend. We don’t even like each other.’ ‘Still, this is college, not kindergarten. Act like adults and work things out. If things still don’t resolve, I’ll think of asking the head principle.’ I couldn’t even understand her thinking pattern. I just started at her with wide-eyes and a mouth hanging open, I think I caught a few bugs. This was not happening, not to me. Of all people, I’m the quiet one. The shy. She kept it uprubbing my clit and kissing my neck my hips started tomove to her fingers and within seconds my thick creamyjuices were leaking into my panties.Feeling weak-kneed washcloth still in hand I came in mypanties my creamy juices flowing into my panties. Assoon as I could support myself I dropped the cloth inthe sink and turned to her kissing her as deep andpassionately as I could. Once we broke the kiss shetoke my hand and lead me to the living room where shelaid me down one the couch.. She’d leave Lodi behind.Why was she so attached to her name anyway? Did it matter? She’d used a number of different names over the past three years and would often look at her driver’s license to remind her who she was and where she’d come from. It was always wrenching to feel like her name and family were slipping away. To lose her name would be to lose all connection with her parents and Peter. Peter was a brilliant and unassuming boy who loved his big sister and Kate returned that love. He.