The hillbeside my house was the coolest place to slide. With the prickle bushes atthe bottom of the hill it was always a contest on who could get clos...stwithout actually getting pricked. One of the times which I pulled the sled back up the hill, I slipped on apiece of ice and landed in the snow on my back. Right away I just staredup into Heaven and began to make snow angels. My cousins Jennifer andPhilip joined me, when Kayla started a snowball fight. It was boys against the girls, and for once. “Through here, Alluna. Through your vagina.” She opened her mouth to voice another question. It was soon forgotten when he pressed his mouth against her. The first swipe of his tongue between her legs set her body afire. She couldn’t help but feel shock at what he was doing. His naughtiness knew no bounds, to lick her…there. Oh, he was such a bad-bad dirty boy, but it felt so…so good. Of its own accord, her body arched and bucked against his face. Alluna’s hands flew over her head to clutch the. Just as I pulled them on, Abby stepped out of the bathroom in a thin, teal bikini that modeled her ample breasts and toned stomach and thighs wonderfully. "All ready for our walk, Mrs. Welsch?" I asked, smiling at her new and improved last name. "Why, yes, Mr. Welsch. I am." Abby returned with a smile of her own as she glided out the hotel door in front of me. After a long stroll up and down the beach, we set a blanket down near the water, preparing for the sun to set. I sat down, and Abby. “They- they- um, are, they are,” I tried to get the words but but couldn’t. She chuckled out loud. “You've seen bobbies before," she replied, as she ran her fingers over her breasts and then cupped them in her hands, gently massaging them as I stood in front of her. “They’re real,” she said, “Do you want to feel them?” Oh my gawd! She wanted me to feel them. I nervously declined her offer. “Come on,” she pleaded, taking my hand in hers and placing my hand on her breast. “They’re real. They like.