He gives chase. I run. Up the hill, laughingawkward. He will not stop to throw a snowball back, he's going to catchme. And does, just at the hill cres....Panting, laughing. Warm despite the cold wet of snow melting through myskirt, my petticoat. He lies beside me, head on hand. Eyes me; grinfades to something else, his face falls towards me, lips meet. At last.Lips meet, but not the brush, retreat, brush again when she and I had... Lips meet, mean to meet. He kisses. I kiss back.Cold surface,. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that. She was confused. After 3 minutes of her friend lapping at her ass she began to climax. The feeling built in her tummy this time not in her vagina. She shivered and let out a slow high pitched whine.“Good girl” said Claire stroking Dawns face.Still shaking Dawn lost control of her self and a small amount of pee escaped her. It sprayed out of her. Some of it dribbling on to her inner thighs but the majority of it pooled on the dining table.“Oh Dawn. What a good girl you are!” Repeated. ‘He’s cute!’ I heard softly from my left. I pretended not to hear as I took another sip of the Coke, glancing to my left. A trio of young women sat two tables away, looking in my direction. But then the noise of the lunchtime crowd came to a natural crescendo, so I could no longer hear their conversation. While I could not hear them, I could definitely discretely see them: two brunettes and a redhead. The redhead particularly attracted my eyes, with long eyelashes which captured my attention.