All the really important stuff was left to the imagination. I was the youngest of four kids in my family. I had two older brothers and a sister. My br...thers had gone to California to work that summer.I had a friend, Jack, who lived down the street. We went to school together and hung out most afternoons during the school year and during the long summer days. We talked about girls, of course, and went to visit some of the girls we knew around the neighborhood. In hindsight, I recognize the. She climbed into the passenger seat, him in the driver’s seat. He leaned over and kissed her once more, tongues entwined in passion. She put her hand behind his head and pulled him towards her, closer, tighter. He put his hand onto her soft tummy and stroked it gently, then pushed his hand up under her bikini top, gently squeezing her ample breast and rubbing her now hard nipple. She let out a gentle sigh. He stroked her tummy again, each up and down stroke moving nearer to her shorts. He. Nothing.He had slept better than he could have imagined – he had expected nightmares, at the least. I guess all that practice at the archery butts paid off, he mused as he slowly got dressed. It had been a strange experience, yet somehow so calming, standing next to someone and firing arrow after arrow, not even looking to see where he’d hit, trusting his aim and losing himself in the rhythm. It reminded him of cold mornings as a child when he’d escape outside to practice rather than listen to. When I was 18 my mother had a girl from up the street come in and tutor ( really babysit) my younger brother she was 23 and oh so beautiful I used to play football and had come in from practice one day to a note saying that she and my brother would be gone for several hours Well being the age I was the hormones were always raging as I stripped in my room for my shower I was thinking of how she looked in her short tight shorts the last time I saw her and of course my cock was throbbing hard as I.