I get along just fine with teenagers, but, although I like small children (and would like some of my own, someday), I never had the knack of talking t... them, and knowing this about myself only seems to make my interactions with them even more forced and awkward. The candy was easy; for help, I called Lindsay.She was actually excited to come over and help, because, as she explained, there were hardly any trick-or-treaters in her apartment complex. I offered to come get her, but she said it made. Uhm... I need a shower." Okay. I'll help."Several minutes later, while I was rubbing my soapy hands up and down his back, all the way to his butt cheeks, he said, "I don't think this is what Sergeant Leldon had in mind."I giggled and told him he could turn around to rinse off. When he did, I saw his hard cock standing out, and reached to touch him.He hissed and winced.Without touching, I got on my knees and examined him. I could see marks where it looked as though he had been rubbed raw. I also. She picked up the shower head and ran the stream over her body, paying particular attention to her tits and pussy. She got the sponge and lathered it with her body wash.Starting at her neck, she gently rubbed down from her shoulders. She ran the sponge over her tits in small circles, sliding underneath and holding them up, smiling at me as she did so. Her nipples hardened and so did my cock. She rubbed her belly and across her hips, then put her right foot into the side of the bath.Rachel. She cares about me now. She's accepting our love. I knew she had to. But I needed more. A lot more.It was a Thursday. An autumn evening. I felt anticipation. I planned this for so long. So long...She passed by my house as I was "tending to my garden" near my backyard. I waved to her and "fell" over my rake. She looked scared, frightened that I may be hurt. She came to help me, out of concern and love. Yes, that was it. LOVE. I told her that I may have broken my ankle. I needed her to call for.