.maybe I could....uh...practice with you?”I wanted to say yes, of course, pucker up, baby, but what I needed to say was no. Sitting in her panties...on my lap was one thing, but kissing her was not gonna happen. Katie would kill me and my little family would be no more. I explained to her why it was not a good idea, but she did not listen. She was determined to get her way.For the next two weeks, she was relentless. She would consistently ask, beg, try negotiating with me. What finally. Her cheek turning a dark shade of red in the rough shape of a hand, my wedding ring leaving a raised ridge where it made contact with her cheek bone. Utter shock captured in her facial expression. I pulled her head back and leant down for a kiss, this time met with no resistance. Her mouth opened in response to my prying tongue, in it slid, gliding over her own tongue, exploring the new mouth I had often fantasized about. With my free right hand I placed it on her knee and slowly slid it under. Apparently spiders are a mortal enemy of hers and she’s spotted one in the bathroom somewhere. Ya gotta love panic ... it makes for some really great scenery - ‘specially when it’s naked - wow!I have a picture of when I was 5 or 6 and she would have been 9 or 10 - I forget which. But I remember really clearly the incident where she play wrestled with me and ended up on top of me with my hands pinned above my head. Yup, the rest of us both were in the classic female superior position ... and we. His regular morning wood was throbbing, even harder than normal, in his boxers, rolling out of bed, and heading for the bathroom. He went piss, his dick slowly deflating as he felt relief.After James finished he headed for Carrie's room, slowly opening the door, "Carrie are you awake?" He asked, a little louder than a whisper. Carrie didn't stir as James entered her room, heading towards the side of her bed. James stood over her, his young dick beginning to twitch back to hardness, as he stared.