We look at one another, he gestures for us to sit on the bench to the left. I sit down, still eyeing him; not believing I'm finally meeting him. We're...both kind of nervous on where to start or what to do so we make small talk for a minute or two but I feel this is not enough. I want him, I want his physical touch, I want my hands to wonder.Simultaneously we move closer to each other and we start kissing. His mouth tastes so good with a hint of mint. His tongue exploring my mouth I can feel. Y'know...powder mynose", Emma nodded and I made my way to the toilets, using props tohelp me stand.I stumbled into the toilets and made my way across, all I could thinkabout was Emma and Danielle, Danielle I have already explained and Emmabecause I felt guilty about how I was being with her, guilty? Why? Itwas her that did this to me, it was partially guilt that had made meagree to that stupid ritual in the first place, (ritual...damn I wassick of hearing that word). I noticed I wasn't peeing,. " I was trying to remember what condition my bedroom was in. "Linda, he probably deleted my email right away. I told him the story was no good. He wouldn't answer something like that." Linda turned around and folded her arms under her breasts. My GOODNESS but they were tasty looking things. She had a look on her face that suggested she was not overly pleased with me. "Dirk, Bob answers ALL his email if people leave a valid email address. He even wrote to ME one time." "Why?" I asked. "I. “I liked that he came over all the time. I loved it that we talked about everything too. When I say everything, I mean everything you can think about dear. We both learned a lot from one another. However, I had to do something about the skirt and slips issue. I wasn’t taking them off. I wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t customary to do that dear. Plus, your daddy had his eyes on then all the time and I mean all the darn time.” “So mam what did you do?” Summer said. “Well this might come as a surprise.