I like that since not only was she younger than me by a few months, but it also added anticipation for her special day. And I told Cindy my plan befor... she started to menstruate, so that she knew that we would have to be patient for our bodies to develop enough for sex to be healthy.This is the progression I chose:When we were twelve years old, we started holding hands. We had held hands before, but this was the day that we started holding hands whenever we could. And we never outgrew that. He had never severely hurt Shan, nor had he pierced, tattooed or marred her body in any way, although, neither Shan nor I would have objected to a moderate amount of piercing or some discreet tats. He has never demanded that she have her body surgically modified (I guess he is not a breast man. Shan's tits are of average size) and he has not attempted to stretch her cunt or asshole to the point that would become unusable by anything other than stud horses and elephants. No Dave likes his pussy. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the. The hay is soft and deep here, though it tickles slightly. It makes a fine nest for us. Brad slowly runs his hands down my body, leaving tiny trails of goosebumps behind. I am breathing just as hard as he is now, and I know that I want something Im not sure exactly what very badly. There is a deep, sweet ache inside me, yearning to be filled, and I know somehow that Brad will be able to fill it. At last his hands reach my thighs, and very gently he draws them apart. He kneels between my legs.