As she walked towards me she began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’ve been thinking of this all morning. I had to leave early this morning and really m...ssed you”. Mom’s office was on the first floor, facing the grounds behind the hospital. Over her shoulder I could see people walking around in an almost park-like setting. There was something like an alcove right outside her window where people could sit with some privacy, trees providing shade and some shrubs blocking some of the view of the area. The taller one had a long braided ponytail that reached to the middle of her back to keep her hair out of the suntan oil they were liberally coating each other with. The tall ponytail woman really stood out in her hot electric pink metallic lame bikini and even where Rhonda stood, could see her small nipples protruding against the fabric and her pubic mons outlined in extreme detail. The other woman wore an electric blue “wet look” bikini with pucker back bottom accenting her exposed firm butt. My substitute can deal with any that come along."Done with my nature girl routine, I dressed. We found the refreshment stand and sat at an open air table watching ducks on the small pond, a rainbow arcing in the spray of the fountain. We drank sweet/tangy/icy lemonade and ate hamburgers and French fries drenched with ketchup, me left-handed, my shooting fingers soaking in a cup of ice water.She observed the water turning pink. "That must hurt." No more than I deserve." Don't be silly!" I should. I was literally in darkness until I had the sensation of touch on my lips. My first kiss. I know that a kiss is not a big thing.But even today in India not all get to experience their first kiss at a very young age. The first one was just a slight touch after which he took a break and followed with much more intense and longer kiss pulling me close. A kiss, the way I would describe it is like eating a mango. Sweet and juicy and gives you satisfaction no matter how many times you eat it. He then.