Just the perfect warmth. You know how that is, right?To just enjoy a relaxing day on the beach.Hearing the waves in the background even relaxes you mo...e.Everything else just loses focus as the waves roll through your head.Relaxing your mind more and more, you know?It feels so good to give up your control to the relaxation that just suddenly overtakes you.So willingly, to free the mind to it, isn't it?We all want that don't we?To just shut out everything, but what is important.Like the relaxing. She whispered "You can kiss."And I whispered, "So can you." And she could. She was very good. I kissed her again. She was damn good. She got better as we went along, her mouth getting warmer and softer and her face and arms heating up. I began indulging in what was known in the vernacular of 1957 as a heavy make-out session. I was soon lying on top of her, both of us fully clothed, and she opened her legs and we kissed and I pressed my cock against her over her full skirt and she pressed her. I still wasn't sure if Allison was right or not, but she certainly seemed to take in our exuberant feelings as she quickly was bouncing right along with us. Finally something seemed to snap and she threw her arms around Shannon's neck and drove her tongue into the younger girl's mouth. Shannon didn't even hesitate, just wrapped her arms around her new dance partner and sounded the bell for round one. I was starting to worry about them setting off the sprinkler system as hands began to roam. “Shhhh,” he warned.When I told Chrissy about all this, much later, she asked me if I thought it was odd that he kept his hands on me, pulling me against him like that. I didn’t. Think it was odd, I mean. It was wonderful, being there in the dark with him, with his strong hands on my belly like that. I didn’t pay any attention to what I was pressed against, because his hands felt so good. I mean there wasn’t any need for us to be pressed together. The garage was huge.But I didn’t think it was.
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