People were leaving the fairgrounds in droves. Over half the fairgoers were teenagers, most of them dressed in the same scanty clothing as the kids in...Denise's group- -boys, shirtless, girls in tight shorts, many of the kids barefooted. As Denise kept close to her group, following them to the barns that would be their dormitory for the next several days, she kept eyeing the passing boys. They all had cock-bulged in their jeans, some of them quite large. A few boys had obvious hard-ons as girls. When your eyes meet his, it is thoroughly impossible to look away. You find yourself lost in his intense blue stare. Sometimes, when he looks at you like this, you almost believe that he is as enamored by you as you are with him. Standing right in front of you, he starts to disrobe, his long fingers deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt, and slides it off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor, unwanted. Breaking away from his eyes, you drag yours to his chest dusted with dark hair, then. Every time i tried i would bust my ass. Sly however, was awesome!Sly, at eighteen, was about five foot six, one hundred and fifty-six pounds. He had that skater / swimmers body, with jet-black hair that was always hanging in his bright green eyes and this pale, almost milk colored skin. He was always getting bad sun burns in the summer. He had these funny dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. All the girls thought he was so cute! I was cool for sly, because he went from being the skinny kid. “Karla mentioned that part,” said Gloria. “I hate to admit it, but she’s right. They are above the age of consent.”“Why doesn’t that make me feel any better?” I asked.“Because, just like me, you love them too, and want the best for them,” said their mother.That didn’t seem to call for a response. Her head on my shoulder felt nice. I wished this could continue, but it had been a long day.“I guess I should go,” I said.“You know, I remember those feelings,” she said, ignoring my offer to leave. “I.