I noticed that Butterfly was standing in front of me. No flitting around, no "have to be doing something." Her breathing had become shallow, not quite...panting but rapid. Her hands were down at her sides. She had a slight smile on her face, but her eyes. Her eyes were shining. I would have been able to spot the love from the other side of the lake.The kiss had been quick. Just a hint. But it felt like she touched my soul in that second or so. I walked up to Butterfly and wrapped my arms around. General topics, suddenly she asked why you touched my panty that evening. I had no answer but and I said it felt really nice that night your legs is awesome and that’s why I was kept rubbing you there. I said sorry and told her that it may sound weird but I feel very nice. She didn’t reply and turned away from me.I went near her, hugged her from behind. She didn’t say a word. I could feel the heat of her body, the smell of the night lotion on her body. I was excited and so my cock was hard. It. "J" looked disappointed.A summerfolk stuck a cup in her face and said, "fill mine, sweetie." Reluctantly, she did.I need a tangent break here. 6 and a half ounce Coke is the best coke in the world. The coke itself is better; sugar, not corn syrup. But the best part of it is the glass. A six Coke bottle is really thick so it stays cold longer.I bought that coke from the dime machine at the Shell and it was still just above freezing.I love it. The carbonation is zingier, the coke is colder, the. Gifford really liked me, but the last thing he needed was to turn on his television set and see his daughter's lips wrapped around my cock.In all honesty I don't know how she ever managed to swallow it all, as I'd been so worked up the entire day; my eruption must have felt like a title-wave of cum flowing down her throat."Damn I wish you could fuck me!" She exclaimed."Me too, but it's probably best that I can't." I told her honestly."I know, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to." She replied.