All these years I have always loved you”. She smiled and brought her lips close to mine. We kissed again. It was the tender most feeling when we did...it.We continued kissing for a long time. I felt her tongue try to enter my mouth. I obliged and we were French kissing like no tomorrow. My hands slowly travelled below her waist n my fingers entered her night trousers. She moaned softly through the kiss as I squeezed her soft butt. I could not resist anymore. I broke the kiss and moved to her neck. Sometimes she would swim with me and play touch tag. When I was it, I used to love to try and tag her by touching her on her bum or tits and pretend it was an accident. But she would never seem to mind anyway. When Mrs. Bookmen was it, I couldn't wait for her to tag me because most of the time she would tag me by touching my little tits, pussy, or bum. My favorite game was when we would play tunnel by swimming under water through each other's legs in the shallow end facing up. Since I couldn't. It was easy to tell that he was definitely in some type of pain or discomfort, but there was absolutely nothin' I could do for him. I had to let things naturally run their course. And I felt really bad for him. I waited several minutes, as I sat there and watched Teddy, and he still had that large 'knot' at the base of his swollen dick."But while I was watchin' Teddy run around on the kitchen floor, I wasn't just sittin' there. I had unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out, so that I could. Y'know?" Girls do that over all sorts of stupid shit. See a puppy? Tears.Hold a baby? Tears. Find out there was no milk left in the house?Tears," I explained, affecting a nonchalant shrug. "It's meaningless." Really? Over there being no milk?" Ollie questioned with obviousdoubt."What? You've never heard of crying over spilled milk?" I shot back asI poured milk into my bowl. "Besides, are you saying you wouldn't cryover losing out on getting to fuck a girl as hot as Deirdre?"The way my.