Always something new on the horizon and along the byways. I needed to soak in the landscapes and vistas that gave me such joy. And maybe I could appro...ch her in real life. Just this one time, maybe she would make an exception. Most people online would protect their true selves. It could be disastrous to meet people you knew only from words on a screen. Pictures could be false. Life experiences could be deceptive. Intentions could be dangerous. How did one really know when it was safe. But. Our parents were good friends and had left us alone while they went partying in the West End of Richmond. I don't think any laws were broken. We were just c***dren exploring. I've day-dreamed about that night many times and substituted an alternate more erotic ending from an adult's perspective. But the following story is absolutely true.If not for Maryann's invitation this story would be over now...BUT she suggested playing Robin Hood. "What's that" I asked."Simple," she said. "We go to. ."You like them long and shiny red, like a whore?s, do you?" Bill lookedat his hand, still holding Linda?s breast. It looked small and delicatewith long red fingernails. What happened here???One moment ago, it had felt like his hand shrank. Now he thought it wasgrowing again. Or was Linda?s breast shrinking? That was it! He feltLinda?s tits dissolving and leaving his hand empty. He also was awarethat his arms was fully stretched, touching Linda?s flat chest with hisleft hand while still. “Fuck my slut ass, Mike! Shoot your hot cum up my ass! Make me cum with both my slut holes full of hot cum!” Could I ever kiss that dirty mouth again? As if hearing my thoughts she lowered her face to mine, jamming her tongue into my mouth, moaning into me; not really a kiss, just passionate mouths jammed into each other, tongues wrestling, breath panting and grunting. I heard Mike then, “Here it comes,” he said, low at first, then repeating it louder, and louder, and Sue broke off the assault.