A clever teasing game filled with indirect sexual pokes meant to push each of our triggers... no matter how subtle the joke it would always create its...intended effect... as if our brains were perfectly synch'd... never really knowing how long those exchanges would last was a huge part of the quiet but steady arousal... when the occasional one would have lasted long enough, it would eventually unfold into an unplanned face to face encounter... usually triggered by one of us and with little. When I saw the full opening above me, I quickly stepped back and listened again for the sounds of people. Except for the sound of running water and various birds, there was no noise at all.I took a deep breath and pulled out my revolver. The next fifteen steps were slow and filled me with the type of fear or caution I had lived with so many times in the war. I took the last step that would clear my head into the open air and stopped to look around.“Betty Mae, I wonder if we should have gone. He eventually suggested that some time he take me to the movies to make up for it. Of course I said ok and we made plans to do it in a couple days. During this time I found myself all gitty and excited, I never masturbated before really but my pussy was so wet over those few days, and I didn't know what to do about it. Ill admit that I didn't see this as my friendly neighbor taking me to a movie, I looked at it as if it was a date...my first date. So I picked out my best outfit, something that. “Not bad,” she quipped, “better than you’re scummy cum Mike.”“I’m glad you like it. Now you can blow Bud.” Mike came back at her. “Or better yet I’ll let him fuck your face.”“You wouldn’t dare,” she responded.“Think not, huh. Billy, get the blanket out of the tree house,”Billy started to say something, but realized the futility, climbed up the tree and into the fort.Mike told me to pull a small log that was about twelve inches in diameter and three feet long over to the grassy spot. He grabbed.