And don’t you dare think otherwise,’ he murmured against her lips. Sensing that she would protest, he fused his mouth to hers, swallowing her word... and making her go limp in his arms. She tried to fight but as soon as his tongue entered her mouth, her fingers crept into his short hair, pulling him still closer, wanting and craving … His tongue stroked hers, barely meeting before retreating. His mouth ate at hers, making her moan with pleasure. Knowing that they were on the middle of the road,. She was answering questions about the flash hot dog lunch, while I was trying to get off. In a house without door it would be difficult but I closed the drapes completely. It was out signal that I didn't want to be bothered.I managed to find something to stimulate my imagination. It worked out find but I felt that Oz and I were going to need our own spaces and damn soon.Sunday started off with a run and a gym workout. Then we both showered and got dressed. I was getting antsy so when a naked Oz. Not for a moment did she consider resisting, nor even consider that she might wish to. It no longer matters if I want this or not. I have no choice. I must obey. Nay, I want to obey.Two thick, calloused fingers pressed into her volcanic depths, and she whimpered at the sudden intrusion, for the two fingers alone were nearly the size of Brethil’s prodigious phallus. Though she remained as wet as ever, she was instantly aware what digits of such size portended, and even more lubrication poured. Neither one of us is big into sports or gaming, so mostly we talk about, well, we're thirteen, we talk about girls. No, not really, we really talk about sex. Now, let's be honest, girls are of interest to us both because girls are the ones we want sex with, but sex is the prime attraction.Paul's swimming pool does bring us to the subject of sex, mostly through the frequent presence of his cousin, Rita, who comes over and uses the pool quite a lot during the summer.I wish I had a picture of Rita.