”“Thank you. So, how are your peeps liking my pictures?”, I ask.“Oh. Morgan, they love them. They really want to get your own page”, Grace r...sponds.“They really do?”, I ask in horror. “But Mom and Dad could find out and I’ll be grounded be until I’m dead.”“Morgan, first off, you’re sixteen. You’ll be eighteen in a year-and-a-half. At that time, you can decide to stay or move somewhere else. Second, if you need to deactivate your account at any time to cover your tracks, you can do that.”“Do you. I had neverforgotten our night alone in the sleeping bag. One night I was at theAgora bar in center city Montreal. It's a small gay bar with a nice agemix of Men Going in and out I would have to check to insure there were noFire trucks around to see me enter a gay bar. The bar tenders and most ofthe customers there knew me well and hell over the years I think I havebeen in bed with at least half of them. This one night I was there and inthe thick of a conversation with a guy I had been wanting. "Sing me your favorite love song, honey, you know, a private concert!" I started strumming a slow bluesy original and closed my eyes to better concentrate on NOT looking at her gorgeous chest that had become a little more exposed as she stretched and got comfortable. When I opened my eyes again her eyes were closed and she was smiling and stretching her arms up and then out to her sides and gently swaying to the words and music. I watch as incredibly her robe opened and slid past her breasts. One day I went to visit her and at our first touch, we both knew we felt something.The visits became more often and one day I finally had the courage to kiss her. He was the softest lips and the most perverted kiss. Her tongue was inside my mouth the whole time and I tasted a lot of her sweet saliva. I began to make my move and started on her tits. They were so soft and felt so good to touch. The tension I had from making the move just melted away. She started getting horny and her nips start.