I had always been going to kiss her, right from the moment I walked into that restaurant. I think I knew it even then. The moment our lips met I knew ... was safe. Shielded from the harshness and cruelties that life deals out, Amy was sanctuary. She may have been only seventeen, but it was I felt the child. She returned my kisses with a gentle passion all her own, held me tightly and murmured softly as I ran my fingers through her hair whilst caressing her gently as might the unselfish lover. . I had to admire his approach: it was nothing if not original.Perhaps for him this was a normal part of the courtship ritual back home: grinding his dirty keks into his sweetheart's face.I sniffed at the rear gusset of his boxers, enjoying the strong smell of his bum on the faded material. It felt so raunchy to have him do that to me – for me to be sniffing the back of the underpants he'd been wearing while his cock pummelled my arse – and yet at the same time it was hugely arousing.I muttered. My Aunt Vicky was downstairs doing laundry and finishing the dinner dishes, and I had showered and watched a little TV, and then yawned and told my Step-mom’s younger sister that I was going to bed. I wasn’t actually tired yet, but I was horny and was looking forward to taking some time to escape into my world of secret sexual fantasies, and I didn’t want to be disturbed.My Aunt Vicky was pretty foxy for my Step-mom’s younger sister, and looked much like a younger version of my Mom. God she is. I thought nothing of it and went on withlife, seeing Fred at school and at home once in a while. On Saturdaymorning I packed a small bag to take to Lisa's house, including my suitand a towel and hair brush along with some makeup.When the time came I changed with the other girls, confirming me as agirl with their own eyes. Then we went to the pool to tease the boys.Fred looked magnificent in his speedo, all muscles and grins when helooked at me. Lisa nudged me so I went and took his offered.