She wiggled her nylon covered butt cheeks at me. As she stood up I kissed her neck and told her I was having a big time. She said well I managed to do...everything on your list. I said well almost. She said what do you mean? I said well your legs are a big hit in those pantyhose and you have definitely been flirting but there's that one last thing. She knew what I was talking about but she said what other thing? I said you know and I sort of pointed at her crotch. She said say it. I said you. Now,even tho I was only 13 I kinda realised that if he’d never been married how could he have a grand-son!Yeah,ok,I wasn’t THAT aware that you don’t hafta be married to have k**s!Being kinda bored,no-one to kick back with I readily agreed.might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don’t know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,’You’d better take your t-shirt off boy,it’s really dusty in here and you don’t want your mum to bawl at you’So,there I was in just. I couldn't pull away…even when he let go of my hand and let out a sigh. I just sat there, still looking ahead, with my hand wrapped tight around that bulge and frozen. “Play with it.” Was all he said, and I finally slowly glanced down at his lap, and began squeezing it and rubbing back and forth. I could feel it throbbing and jumping in my hand, through his pants. He turned down a back road that led to an old train bridge, and again, the butterflies hit me hard. I knew this was about to go WAY. ..Try as you might to want to stop you know you can’t. The passion is burning inside you – you’ve got to kiss and be kissed, touch and be touched. You need to do it and you and need to do it now!Damming me with your whispers you take my head in both hands and pull my lips back to yours. We kiss with fire, the passion building even further within us. I pull your t-shirt up as far as your shoulders, my hands caressing your bare back. Sitting up briefly you throw the garment to one side. As you.