I was fragile and she knew it.I could hear her houe before I saw it. Blazing rock music and a tornado of noise and calls from half drunk, and in ...ome cases drunk, teenagers.Tracey's house was the only place we could really have a decent party. Her parents were often out on what they called 'Buisness trips' and she had no annoying siblings. When it was suggested that we have the parties at my house I laughed. My dad was more likley to vote for the communist party then let me. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I’d noticed a little stiffening in his crotch before we left. I’d complained about how tight my bra was getting after eating and threatened to remove it. He’d smiled and said for me to go ahead, but I didn’t because he’s my friend. Later he even reached around me and tried to help gather the boxes after lunch and when I moved I accidentally brushed my tit against his arm. It really was an accident, but I was kind of pleased with what may have been the reaction. I. 000!Lisa and I just only recently started to intensify our talks which went in ten days up one thousand Les and I have been writing almost every day for some thousand days - here we stopped at some 15.500Later we talked much more in Facebook which works much better and reliable than this badly run siteLes explained me there how to install skype as she wanted to send me some private photos and videosLesson of love and sex for Les by Lisa and me to help her overcome her first taboo in lesbian. By now, Bozo was next to me, checking under the sink, trying to figure out what I was up to."Come on, Boy."I put the flyswatter on the counter and headed down the hallway, my dog at my heels. I opened the front door and let him out. It looked more like London than southern California. I could just make out the outline of the main house through the fog.I shivered and closed the door. Jack was in the kitchen when I got back, pouring coffee for the two of us. I got the flyswatter off the counter.