'Butterflies in the stomach' or 'my heart turned over'... 'I was walking on air' ... they all touch but don't encompass that feeling. Her hand in mine...... I just ... felt wonderful.Don't misunderstand me. I knew perfectly well our relationship wasn't going to be plain sailing from then on. As I said to her, no-one bounces back from a background like hers overnight.We walked through Whitely Woods, aware of the sound of the brook flowing over its rocky bed and the birds declaring their territory. No one in the family could quite remember which one it was and there was a heavy discussion at almost every family gathering to who the bed originally belonged.He looked awful, so I kissed his forehead, and washed his face. After a moment, he reminded me about the drink and I got him a can of soda from the kitchen.While he swallowed some of the beverage, I glanced at the clock. It liked a minute being four-thirty. I looked back at Bob. He was squeezing his left hand into a fist, which he only. "She bloody well came," she giggled and looked at my sister, who'd gone a bright shade of red."Is that it?" I asked. "She came, so what?" I was getting used to my sister and her sexy ways."You're missing the point, Dave," Angie laughed and as she wrapped her arms around my neck to kiss me, I felt the warm wetness spreading all over my groin."She didn't?"Angie nodded, "She did, she pissed all over him!" I couldn't help it," Mickey protested. "He'd got me going."I slipped a hand down beneath. ” “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize it was today.” “Well, there’s one way you can make it up to me.” I reached in and touched my glossed lips to hers. She kissed me back gently, wrapped her arms around me and rubbing my back gently. We’d never gone farther than a small kiss on the lips, and that was enough to nearly drive me insane. I could feel myself getting wet, and I carefully picked her up. Not breaking our kissing, I sat down on the couch, with her on top of me. She didn’t protest. Her.