Suddenly, I remembered the feeling of his hand again, only this time I remembered it being warm and strong…………….”NO!” I thought to mysel... trying to abandon the thoughts. But I kept thinking of him and before I knew it I started getting wet. I kept trying to think straight but my body was betraying me. I started thinking of scenarios that would have happened if I didn’t go away and let him continue his advances. Without even noticing I stuck my fingers into my jeans and started lightly rubbing.. My parents and brother survived the Day and I was thirteen years old. We lived in Denver. Dad kept us inside during the worst of the time after the Day. My mom was a nurse and was at the hospital. She stayed there until there were no new patients. Dad got her and brought her home when she called and said there was nothing more she could do. Dad owned a small construction company. It was about two weeks after the Day when he went to pick up my Mom. When they got home, she went to bed and slept. So he lay down on his back and instructed her to straddle him and guide him in. When she did so, she didn't know what to think. It just felt so good. She started rocking into him, grinding her hips into his. Dragging her pussy up and down his hard cock. She loved the feel of him inside her. She couldn't get over how amazing it felt. She knew right then and there she would love sex. While she was grinding into him he was thrusting upwards to meet her every downward thrust. It left her shaking, a. They fucked this big Korean guy. They fucked underage kids. That one I don't like the sound of. But I guess everything goes these days!I didn't write any poetry today. Too shagged and blitzed out. But I got to hear some of the LPs Bill brought back. Some pretty weird psychedelic shit. Electric Prunes. Jefferson Airplane. Mothers of Invention. Grateful Dead. Captain Beefheart's Magic Band. Where do they find these tripped out names?Friday, September 1Well, we had a good trip today. Strong stuff..