You had missed me terribly and when you saw me on the path you knew that the timing was right. You wanted me back. For good. I let you pull me in to y...u again and your lips found mine. Oh how I adored it when you kissed me! I had forgotten how good it felt. I used to love how, just like this moment; one kiss was able to spark such a passion between us. With each kiss the hunger for each other grew. As you kissed me you slowly let your hands run over my body until you reached my hips. You pulled. Remembering the scream, I was concerned that she might be bruised or wounded under the dress but it was impossible to see, at the moment, if she was physically hurt or just humiliated. Making a decision, I knelt down and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her to me. The sobbing girl, looking to be about twelve or thirteen, wrapped her arms around me burying her face against my chest, as if I was her protection against the cruel world. I pulled her close and gave her what comfort I could. She. This might sound ridiculous, but somehow Susan holding me . . . holding her body against mine . . . feeling her breasts against my chest . . . actually felt even better than my own orgasm. I could have died a happy man at that point! And little did I know just how close I was about to come to doing exactly that! By now I had been standing up for 15 minutes, and even though I was trying to keep most of my weight on my ‘good’ leg, sometimes I would forget and lean on my surgically repaired knee.. Her chest heaved rhythmically as she slept, and occasionally one of her hands would squeeze or caress me gently, she must have been dreaming of a pet perhaps, or a lover? Those thoughts rattled around my tired brain until I too was sleeping and dreaming.The next day I awoke to heat, I scrambled to remove the stifling blankets and crawled out of the tent through the flap. Where was Beanstalk? I cursed as the sun blinded me and returned to the tent briefly to retrieve my flight goggles. That.