But there is that fine line one must sometime walk where the amount of attention given must not exceed a line drawn in shifting sand. Simply put, Ging...r’s boobs were pleading with me to be sucked. Though a fair size smaller than Jessie’s, Ginger’s puffy salmon colored nipples of youth, drew my attention like iron to a magnet. I had to be careful. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.Leaving the “castle” we wandered down a serpentine path of fine grade sand to an open meadow. Sitting. “What is it, a feather?” you asked a little hoarse. You hear him smile (as if that is possible), “uh huh”. The feather is then stroked on your other leg starting at your foot, then around the ankle, up the calf, outside the thigh, then to the inner thigh. You’re thinking that your pussy and tits will be next. The feather is now on your face smoothly stroking each cheek, your forehead, under your jaw, then you moan waiting for the feather on your lips. Instead it’s him his lips sucking on your. He turned his face towards Mithila and kissed her. Mithila soon broke off the kiss as they were in a public place. They would go back home that night and talk about how they felt about their first kiss.A few days later Aryan’s parents had to go out for a couple of days. He was alone at home. So he asked Mithila to spend the day with him. It was raining that day when Aryan went to pick up Mithila. When they reached home they were a bit drenched in water.Aryan handed a fresh towel over to Mithila. Both of our legs were rubbing against each other I found controlling myself very tough.On other side janani made me to eat vegetables with her own hands since I don’t like vegetables.I can taste those hands with my mouth .I was praying not to ejaculate in my underwear since I was wearing grey track pants which will show water mark.After finishing my lunch we made phone calls and found everyone relatives is struck some where and they cannot come to apartment till night.Rain was also heavy from.