" he said quietly."French kiss, or soul kiss, now don't tell me you haven't heard of that?" Heard of it, sure! But never tried it. Ohmigod, Mrs. Barto... ... wow!" You like? Remember that's for much later. Don't rush her." I had about six or eight boy friends in high school, Eric. One at a time. I was a faithful girlfriend, one at a time. But they are all lovely memories now. I hope your high school years produce memories like that, too."I'm behind a few, then." He said, ruefully."That's OK, it. Ah. That was it. The notches were too deep. Not enough wood between them. That was fixable. Considering, she pulled down on each end of the stick, snapping it in two. She now had two logs with a notch. Convenient. Moving them together, she placed the notches together but at right angles. To her joy, they connected perfectly.Well ... no. Not perfectly. The bottom of the top log dropped more than half way down its mate. If she put in the other notch, there was no way another log would be able to. He then asked me if I had his sisters other panties that I had stolen on my previous visit and I tried to say that I had gotten rid of them and he called me a liar and that he was pretty sure that I had them hidden away someplace. I asked that we not get into that and just let me do what he wanted and get it over with and that I didn't have anymore panties to show him, again he told me I was bullshitting him and thought if he called my other cousins into the room or maybe my sister that they. Then I allowed them to roam upward, up to his chest. My excitement grew as I realized the contrast I held in my hands. Soft, cool cotton encased the hard, warm granite of his body. As I pressed my palms to him, he groaned and whispered, ‘Anna…my blossom goddess. Do you know what you’re doing to me?’ His arms surrounded me and pulled me to him. I stood almost on tiptoe as my hands were burned by the heat of his muscles. His desire pressed urgently against my belly, closer toward the center of my.