I do. I love what I see. I feel myself getting wet. Wetter. I’m already wet. I always wake up wet these days. Simultaneously, a hunger and shame bur... in me. I want her. I want her right now. I want her tits and her lips and that playful smile running all over my body. And I shouldn’t. Part of me knows I’ve never thought of June this way before. I’ve appreciated her beauty, but I’ve never wanted to devour it. This part of me knows to blame Reyna. Reyna is doing to me whatever it is she’s done to. One of them had his shirt off, and his sweat slick skin gleamed in the sunlight. He looked like a young Ryan Reynolds, but way leaner and wiry. She imagined him clean cut and shooting her a cute smile. Then maybe she’d hit a rock, and slip off the bike and he’d come over to help, and he’d pick her up like it was nothing and carry her over to the side, and suddenly, they’d be alone and she could smell the sweaty manliness of hard labor and grass on his chest and ... Oops, she’d just lost a few. ‘Guess I might as well take care of myself,’ she thought to herself, sighing. But suddenly, she heard something coming from above. She heard…was that…panting…? Leon ran into his room, and locked the door behind him. What had he been thinking? He just met that girl today! Oh, but she was so beautiful, her body so enticing, and her eyes…those eyes. Just thinking about them made him weak in the knees. When he had kissed her, her lips had been so sweet, so soft, he had wanted more. He had felt how. On some days I think it did. How does anyone make it through adolescence, anyway? It's a wonder the whole thing doesn't turn into a mass orgy, each and every day.Fireplaces. That brings back memories, it does. There's something about the flames, something about the heat, especially at night and especially if it's raining. My spouse and I have spent many happy hours in front of fires, and we've made love in firelight more than once. I have a feeling that we haven't been unobserved, either.I'm.