Right about the time our mutual massage sessions turned into make out sessions I was do to go to Florida for my annual visit with my grandparents. Dan...y came over one last time before I was to fly to Florida and we had the hottest make out session ever. Danny was such a great kisser I could French kiss him all night. We lay plastered together on my basement couch two young lovers exploring each other. Looking deeply into each others eyes our lips met in the sweetest of kisses. The deep. I wondered how they could keep from being robbed with the reputation that the Miami gangs had earned. The only thing that I could figure was that the hotel was paying protection money to one or more gangs. Oh, well, that was none of my business, so I didn’t push for information.All four of us were pretty well exhausted by the time we left the last club. Nancy and I had switched to orange juice from lemonade as soon as we entered the restaurant, but Mr. and Mrs. Quinton were somewhat unsteady on. ‘I can’t believe this is happening!’ the lust-filled policewoman thought. ‘It has to be a dream! It can’t be real! I’m not like that!’ ‘Amanda, your breasts are incredibly beautiful,’ Joanna said. Joanna’s words thrilled Amanda. She felt her nipples begin to pucker and stiffen and tiny thrills raced through her. Joanna’s soft hands went to Amanda’s shoulders and tugged gently. Their faces moved closer, then Amanda was jarred to her very core when Joanna’s soft lips covered hers. Heat, like. Everything seemed so fractured, so unreal. Most of it felt like a dream, but I was pretty sure I’d been awake – well sort of awake anyway. I still had no idea what had been going on. Maybe some of it was my brain experimenting with what might have happened, rather than what really did happen. The only problem was I had no idea what had been real and what was my brain playing tricks.My brain extended a finger and prodded me. I seemed to be a bit fragile but otherwise okay – normal even – if you.