I’ll agree to disagree with that one.I thought about my minimal experience with girls before Amara. I had thought there was love involved. Compared ...o my feeling for Amara, however ... I realised how foolish it was to believe they were anything more than fleeting boyhood crushes. I was like comparing a bottle rocket to the space shuttle.The words needed to truly describe to Amara how I felt escaped me. Maybe there are no words that could. All I could muster was a simple:“I do.”I was adequate. As we walked into the restaurant, TJ and Debbie were already seated. They looked exactly like the photos they sent and my stomach started to get butterflies. This seemed almost too good to be true. We walked over to them and exchanged hugs. Debbie's huge boobs felt heavy against my chest, and TJ surprised me by giving me a big hug as well, which felt great to be held by his strong arms. Danielle also really liked the hugs our new friends gave her. I felt myself start to get hard so I sat down. I was squeezing her ass, while I was playing her clit under my teeth. She occasionally got up her head and waited a few moments before starting again (I think she was enjoying it so well that she couldn't concentrate a lot). After a half an hour of this she got up and went to her drawer and took out a strap-on dildo. She put it on real nice (she was so excited that I couldn't recognize the prude I knew before) and came to me and spit in my face after that starting to lick it off very. You're a boy; you couldn't help yourself." You said I could kiss her." I know," she admitted. I think she was holding back a sob.I reached for her, but she pulled away. The silence was like a wall between us. It filled her living room and felt like it was smothering me."If you didn't want me to, why'd you say I could?" I had an urge to stomp my foot as I said that. Hell, I had an urge to lie on my stomach and kick and scream and throw a hell of a tantrum."I... I figured you were going away with.