Mmmm it looks so nice. Then I see a small wet spot beginning to soak through the panties. I can see the little hole as the panties become transparent ...hrough the wet spot and there's a drop of precum soaking through the panties. I stick my tongue out to taste it. No! You shouldn't! Yes! I want to! Thoughts run through my head but I can't stop myself and my tongue touches the wet panties. I taste his precum. It tastes like mine. I lick some more. Soon I find my lips sliding down over the. I found myself staring at it too, somewhat amused to discover that she didn’t shave. It wasn’t a huge bush or anything, in fact it was quite sexy. I surfaced and told her we should go. She kept asking me what was up, but I told her that I would explain it later. We went to our perspective changing rooms and met out by my car. Once we got inside she asked me what was up. This was a difficult thing, because I didn’t want to embarrass her, but at the same time I’m guessing she didn’t realize what. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small homes, farms, and a large steeple in the center of the village. The side road I’m on takes me into the heart of the village. It’s almost a ghost town as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French locals wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it next to a bakery. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the only place in town that served food. I take a good look at the small place. It’s two stories.. “I love you,” I said as she got out of the car. And I did: I’d loved her for two years, then, but never as much as that day.“I love you, too,” she said. But she looked relieved to be walking away.I put gas in my dad’s car and drove it back to the station where he parked it. Luckily, there was an empty space not far down from where he’d left it that morning. When I got back home, I emptied my wastebasket and took a shower.We had to sneak around for the next four years, although sneaking became.