His eyes closed. She felt weak in the knees and thought she might fall if it weren’t for his firm grip around her waist, and then she felt it, the ...entle touch of lips. She willed him not pull away again, not to tease her or torture her any longer. He didn’t pull away. With his hand still on her face, his lips parted and his tongue came out to invite hers out to meet. She greeted his tongue gently with hers, and they both retreated back to their own mouths, but then came out to meet again,. I wanted to crawl in a hole. There were a lot of people there and no onecared about what my mother was doing or saying. The way it looked frommy perspective it seemed that everyone was looking at me.My father looked at me with a half smile and a huff, like he was kind ofholding back his laughter. He looked down at my knee and said, "Did yacut yourself shaving?" No sir, I fell," I said.He just kinda laughed and shook his head.My mother said, "Bobbie, you look so cute. I love that skirt on. "How long is she going to be locked up?" How long has it been Bobbie?" he asked."Three years, sir," I said."With no end in sight," he said with a smile as he looked at me.His girlfriend said, "Oh, that's too bad," She reached down and strokedthe head a few more times while looking into my eyes and smiling. "Youlike that don't you girlie."I just nodded my head.Someone called out "Hey Jay! Where are you man?"Jason said, "The guys are here. We gotta go. See ya sissy."He took his girlfriend's other. As if he was the woman and she was the man, suddenly he was afraid. Even if he imagined his wildest sexual fantasy with Emma, he couldn’t even imagine what would happen once he was in her house and alone with her. With her looking so very young, he just hoped to God that she was over 18-years-old. If she wasn’t, he’d look but he wouldn’t touch. He’d talk to her and listen to her but he’d never kiss her, not that she’d ever allow him to kiss her. Moreover, he could never refuse her kiss if she.