Would it make it any different if I said we wrestle and roll around until you pin me down and I let you screw me silly? It’s the same thing, just d...fferent semantics.”“Oh my God,” Ron said, resting his head in his hands. “What kind of perverts have we become?”“Trust me,” Hermione said with a laugh, “compared to the rest of your siblings, we aren’t perverts by a long shot.” She took his hands in hers. “What we’re doing is not sick or wrong. It’s what we do, it’s what we like to do. I like. They had Ernie Zimbaugh's promise that it would be running by the following day. It had taken a promise of their own to get him to agree to fix it -- free, in return for permitting him to watch the first week's tapes. Ernie weighed in at four hundred twenty-two pounds, and was not considered a ladies' man by any stretch of the imagination."You sure Ernie's gonna fix that A/C for us?" Pruett asked for the seventh time that afternoon."Know anybody hornier than old Ernie?" Tony asked. * Her lips tasted like blueberries and fresh mint. They were as soft and white, fleshly made, Indian silk. How long I had waited to taste those lips. I twirled her hair in my fingers and sat her on the table. I gave her a glass of the wine my dad had given me on my 18th birthday, 2 years ago. He says to use it on a very special occasion. And right here, right now, I couldn't think of anything more special. We drank our wine in silence. Not the awkward kind, the kind that made you think about. When she opened them again, Kelly was close to her, waiting for a kiss. She didn't resist when the young girl pressed her lips to hers. She opened her mouth and let her tongue in. Then she pushed her own tongue into Kelly's mouth.Kelly pulled her lips away briefly. "I'll bet the lips between your legs are just as sweet as these," she said and then without waiting for a reply, she touched her lips to hers again. She slowly sucked her lower lip into her mouth and chewed it gently. Then she sucked.