I could easily take her to one side and slip my hand down her jeans while breathing heavily against the soft unblemished skin of her neck.“Coffee or...tea with that?”The question woke me with a start from my daydream.“Coffee, please,” I hurriedly replied; pulling the money out of my bag and offering Cheryl a tenner.I took the coffee and told my M&M’s to calm down; that’s my nickname for my titties, Melissa’s Mammaries for short. I couldn’t help but stare at Cheryl’s tits while I waited for my. " Well, I can tell you that you two look beautiful. Would you like some pictures? I have my camera right here," Dad asked.I was sure Mom would not allow any such thing so was surprised by her once again when she said, "Oh, yes, what a great idea. I've got a little secret place in my wallet that I'll keep one so I'll always have it with me to remind me of our first time together," and Dad started taking pictures of us as we made love.He had her lean over to pump me up and down while he got down. Isn't that romantic?" she laughed. "Where are we going this afternoon?"They didn't go anywhere. It was raining; a hard Florida downpour. Running 100 feet in it was just like jumping in a pool. They found an empty classroom and Mandy helped Paul with his English homework. Then they talked about life. The rain stopped and the sun came out at 5:00. They ate in the cafeteria.After dark they carried a tarp and a blanket outside of town to a field. I need saddlebags on my bike, Paul thought. Too bad. I hadalready loosed the low pony-tail I had sported for my walk because I feltI looked too formal and severe. I had not had long hair since I was astudent and now it was making me feel young and free again, though I knewthat tomorrow I would have to be serious and formal at work in one ofthose skirt-suits I'd seen in my wardrobe. Suddenly my phone rang and thename Sophie was on the front, one of my best friends."Hi Sophie!" I cried, wondering if I should sound as enthusiastic as Ifelt. "Hi.