One end of her left nipple stud has a small breath of wind. One end of her right nipple stud ends in a ripple. Her left earring has an inverted flame....The ends of her clit stud are spheres. Fire, Air, Water, Earth, Spirit. The lesson of air is the lesson of touch. Eve turns on some music, places a little oil on her hands and touches every part of my body. It is slow and sensuous. Then I touch her in the same way. It feels good to touch and to be touched. I find myself awake yet almost drifting. We started to enjoy tasting each other's different bodily fluids. I don't know what made us start, but we started eating each other's snot. It actually tasted good and it was just something we enjoyed. Many people would have found that revolting but we didn't care. We liked it and that's all that mattered. By then I was sixteen and she was seventy-eight, still a beautiful woman. Perhaps all this love and sex was helping her not show her years.When we were laying naked on the bed a few months. Within seconds I felt it loosen and he opened my dress. In my mind, I could visualize him looking down on me. I imagined my head lying on a white pillow, my navy dress opened against white sheets. I knew from the way I was breathing, my chest was heaving, my nipples straining against the pale blue lace bra, and my thong was wet with my excitement. I heard his breath catch in his throat and then felt his lips on my cheek. This is going to be so good, he whispered, leaving a moist kiss near my. Ross started his car and made his turn. Several of the other drives flipped up their middle finger as they passed him.They returned home before the kids got there. All four kids came into the house laughing.Ross asked, “Did you have a good time?”Terri said, “I sure did.”Debbie said, “We were out bike riding.”Ross said, “We know. We were watching you on the Bakers Road Bridge. We were the car that blocked traffic for your getaway.”George laughed and said, “I told you that looked like your Dad’s.