I was a very young looking twenty-seven and fresh out of northern Kazakhstan, which would have surprised him probably. But I wasn't saying a word. So ...ar as Allen knew I was just another NASA groupie, putting notches on my lipstick case. I'd dressed the part, which was something I hadn't done for a long time, and it felt good walking around like a real woman again. All of 5'10" tall, 126 pounds on my last physical, looking anything but lean and mean. I resembled a swimsuit model more than .... With the same quickness, her long fingers darted to his fly, attempting to free the zipper. But his hands were on hers, moving them away from his crotch."Lorraine... please... Diana," he gazed down at the lovely vision of womanly servitude at his feet. Naked and willing, she stared up to him, uncomprehending this last moment of hesitation.Unwilling to be denied, her head leaned forward and her lips kissed along the swollen bulge covered by the coarseness of his jeans. Even through the fabric of. We went to our favorite place; remote, hard to get to and, there was a nice little creek next to it. He had been fucking me for about two years by then. I was very comfortable with him and sex, I knew that my place was on the bottom and I loved that. I knew that I made him happy by giving him pleasure…even at the age of twelve. We had been kissing by then and, when we slept together, it was always hugging each other. We had talked about our roles in sex. Ron knew everything about the way I felt. We were both 15-year old freshmen new to high school now. Emily and I were friends growing up. As we grew older, we developed different interests and different friends to hang out with, but we always remained friends. When I ran across her I'd always say, "How's my Emily-entary friend?" This phrase bugged her but that's what good friends do. They know how to get on each other's nerves and they enjoy doing it.Emily and my friendship started because our moms were long time friends back from their.