Once, twice, three times our lips pressed together and released with a soft ‘smacking’ sound.“You’re beautiful Maryam,” I told her.Then I ki...sed her harder and held it. She responded by working her open mouth against mine as I drank in her clean fresh taste. Our tongues moved together in a sort of frantic dance.We sat there a while kissing, hugging, holding hands. I could feel that my cock was hard and pressing against the tightness of my jeans. I took her hand in mine and pressed it on the. I think she was quite scared when I closed the bedroom door and Amy asked if we would have to murder her, but luckily she agreed to accept a bag of sweets and two lollipops and the crisis was averted.The next big event in our lives occurred when the six of us went to the seaside on holiday, Amy and I were just thirteen, on our first night in the cottage we'd rented, we were too excited to sleep properly so as we could hear music and laughter coming from downstairs, we decided to investigate and. Whilst I am outside you can hear me speaking softly to someone, but no one replies to my voice. Confusion runs through your mind, who is he talking to? You wonder. With that I am walking back through the door with a large black holdall in one hand, I kick the door to with my heel, grab the lead from the bannister and order you to lead me to your bedroom. Halfway up the stairs I order you to stop along with a sharp tug on the lead. Like a good girl you remain facing upstairs as the tell-tale zip. She stared at me with angry, merciless eyes, and I knew I was in big, big trouble.She pointed her finger at me in an accusing manner and stated, "You were wearing my things, weren't you!" What? No... of course not," I stammered."DON'T LIE TO ME!" she yelled. "I have a witness who saw you going into my house. I could have you ARRESTED you little PERVERT... and I WILL unless you tell me the truth! Now, you were wearing my things and I want to know why!"I swallowed hard and tried to think up a.