I noticed a trickle of liquid dribble down from between the crack.I brought my other hand up and pushed both sides of her swollen labial lips away wit... my thumbs. I marveled at the concentric folds of glistening skin.‘Oh, that’s wonderful. I can feel your breath. Go ahead, feel it, insert your fingers and feel me’ she said, as if reading her mind I stuck a finger into the hot wetness. It was soft, yielding, inviting. She twitched as I moved my finger around. In and out I thrust my finger. Armed with the revelation that she was safe from pregnancy, and with her own desires and curiosity egging her on, April ran after Denny and told him, "You don't have to be embarrassed. I wont tell if..."She couldn't exactly figure out what to say after 'if', and it suggested to her step brother that she was ready for a new exploration, better than the bike trek.Denny emerged from the bathroom naked, as if to prove he wasn't embarrassed and April backed into her room, staring at Denny's young. Does it need space? Or is it just willing to pass? If yes, why not let it pass across us, making some heat to take its place!I pull her closer to me in the darkness, my hands on her waist, my fingers stroking her waistline. I hug her tightly, with my hands rolling around her back. With my left palm, I hit her ass cheeks, then squeeze them like lemons, while my other hand still embraces her curves. I grab her by the waist again and put my lips near her neck. My breath pokes her skin like global. All of them like figments of my imagination but each of them power full and unforgettable. I smile as I think back of the magical times on IRC when they lighted up my imagination and fired up the sweetest and sometimes the darkest and desires. I close my eyes as the rock sounds of a band starts the lead singer pours his heart out and is backed by the wailing guitar and the determined drums. My thoughts are drawn to a specific moment in time something sweet that has stayed with me so long after.