"Kiss him," the small child said pulling Willa and JJ's heads together.Willa kissed JJ lightly on the cheek and she girl shouted, "Not a nighttime kis..., a daytime kiss!"JJ turned his head and was shocked when Willa's lips met his. The lips meeting wasn't the shock, her tongue slipped between his lips quickly and there was contact made with their tongues. JJ felt an erection as his prick pressed hard against his trousers. The simple meeting of their tongues had sent a sexual charge quickly. It could have been my imagination, but when she ventured to slip her hand into my boxers, looking me eye to eye, I could of sworn I saw her jaw drop the slightest amount and a sudden bit of saliva moisten her lips. I almost didn’t catch it for the ecstasy her cold hand gave me. With her friends trying to keep a close watch, and the static in the air provided by the rhythmic grinding bodies around us, the sensitivity of her touch was enough to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. But as. The building had a large metal black metal sign above the wooden door way, In big bold red letters the sign read, "Das Haus des Schmerzes"Just the name made her quiver. She pulled around the block and saw the back parklot had quite a few cars already there. She pulled in and parked the car. This was all so surreal to her. Almost as if she were living a dream. She got out and walked up to the door. She stood there hesitating. She took her shaking hand and pressed the inter-com button. Her mind. He promised to do it when he g-got back..." Well, maybe if he had, you wouldn't feel so guilty about what happened," I said, cutting her off before she began to cry again. Then, taking a deep breath, I plowed ahead. "Anyway, since he didn't spank you then, I feel it's my duty to do it now."There, I'd said it. My mother just sat there staring at me -- her mouth slightly open, as if she hadn't heard correctly.I continued. "Even though Dad's death wasn't really your fault, you feel guilty ... and.