My cock thickened. "Would you believe me if I told you . . . you are one of the prettiest girls I've met?" I asked softly, kissing her neck gently, so...t silky skin against my lips, little girl aroma making my head spin, and my erect cock lengthen in my pants. "No . . . I'm not," she said softly, sighing, head bending slightly to expose more of her neck. At that moment . . . a charge went through me when, caressing her tummy, the thumb of my hand briefly touched the bottom of her bra. "Becca.. As it was quite warm, we dressed lightly, and I was very aware of her firm breasts pressed into my back as we rode.Once Oscar was safely parked and disc-locked, I turned to Dora. “Would you like company?”She smiled. “Not this time. Meet up at ... mid-day?”“Castle Park,” I said.I wandered the town until an ‘antique’ shop caught my eye. The three gold balls of a pawnbroker may have had something to do with it. In the window was a flute in an open case. The price - £500 – made my eyes widen, but I. ‘Here it is,’ I announced. The tall rectangular dryad picture had a sign above it announcing ‘Sold’ and I felt both pride and pang. I wouldn’t be getting it back, it was going out into the world on it’s own. I felt like a mother sending her son off to college, and I guess I realized how my own mother must have felt. No wonder she calls me all the time. There would be no phone calls for my painting however. After I left the gallery, I would probably never see it again. ‘What’s this?’ Glen asked,. The talk was easy but we bothsensed what we knew awaited us. I talked on, maybe nervous, but youleaned in slowly, as your lips brushed mine. The conversation ceased aswe kissed tenderly. I could feel you hands encircle me, and pull mecloser. Our breasts touched and your tongue teased my lips. I couldresist you no more than a moth can the light, and my lips parted. I couldfeel your moist tongue enter my mouth. My own tongue sought you out it tofeel and sense it. What can I say of that kiss but.