’ you drawled and we grinned like monkeys as you pulled onto the freeway. ‘Where are we going?’ I finally asked, it dawning in me that I had no...idea where we were heading. ‘I have a place, is that ok?’ you looked concerned suddenly, as if I wouldn’t want to go anywhere with you. I smiled and traced my finger along your eyebrow, ‘Yes.’ I said simply. You smiled down at me and brushed my cheek with the back of your fingers. ‘Those eyes will be the end of me.’ You whispered. Your place was a. I hoped he didn't feel it jump when he continued to caress my naked skin with his hot hands. "I really want you to enjoy your birthday. I know your mom's got a great party planned, and we're doing all the celebrations tomorrow, but..." He snatched the pillow off my lap and threw it to the floor, "I want to give you your present early."My eyes must have been as big as saucers, at least that's what it felt like, and I know my mouth was hanging open. He pushed me back flat on the bed, and my legs. "Sit down, Sandra."She found the language he used very exciting. Sandra lowered herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and watched him get down on his knees."Spread your legs, Sandra," Scott urged, placing his hands on her knees and gently forcing her legs apart.Although she had never experienced this, Sandra had read all about cunnilingus. The idea both excited and repulsed her. Her ex- husband had offered to do this to her, but she would never let him. And she wasn't altogether. I'm not sure at what point I began getting stiffies while hugging onto him. Maybe I did all along. Little k**s do get them. Even as I got a little older and ready to enter elementary school, I still clung onto Tim at night, even on nights that my parents did not argue.When I rubbed my stiffy against Tim's hip, he didn't stop me. It was part of my getting comfortable against him. At some point, I started noticing that Tim was getting stiffies, too. I felt them with my knee. Eventually Tim.