"Get it off! Get it off!" Michelle cried. I pretended to pick up an insect and throw it into a corner, but I was really breathing in her beautiful sce...t. My eyes lowered down to her boobs and Michelle caught me looking."Are you looking at my boobs?" she asked.I looked away ashamed."Hey, it's okay," she said. I turned back to her and looked into her eyes. Michelle leaned forward and so did I and we kissed gently on the lips. Michelle and I didn't hold back then. We threw our arms around each. At last we had to break off. We were both exhausted. Besides, my armsand legs had not had any protection and hurt from several good blowsJean had landed. At least I had landed some good ones on him as well.Both of us were covered in sweat and dust. Old Pierre was grinning atus and encouraging, or more often taunting, both of us."All right, probably enough practice now for you striplings!" I heard.It was my father, and Old Pierre reluctantly ordered us to stop. Still,as our instructor in arms. Relished her joy and her need. Looked in her face, sexanguish etched on it: – I love you Melanie. You know we’ll find a way to make this work. I want you for the rest of my life. He heard the sob before he saw the tears trickle down her face: – Oh sweetness, as I do you. But you know how my life is… He bent over her, licked the tears from her eyes, her cheeks, kissed her mouth tenderly: – I’m about to see at first hand darling, I need to know for myself, meet your family. I’m not scared of. "Mark changed in an instant. He stepped in front of her and said in broad Yorkshire: "'Ey up, lass! Gi' us a kiss."That was it. All three Collinses doubled up with laughter. Victoria was the first to recover and flung her arms round Mark's neck."Oh, darling, I love you so much. You make me laugh and laugh."Mark hoisted her off the ground and kissed her gently. "Steady, my sweet," he said. "We don't want to upset our elders and betters."There was further laughter from the Collinses.They arrived.