It began by him telling me (again) that he didn't want anyone to know about this. He wanted me to promise to not tell anyone, there was a pause as he ...ugged me, playing with my firm cheeks and fingering my crack. I promised, then, “I should probably make sure of it...like Ron did...like your dad did.” I can remember beginning to tremble a little as the butterflies in my stomach went wild. There was no doubt about what he was saying; I understood exactly what he was talking about...I was about. How does my cock feel in your hand?" It's warm. And it's hard and thick..." I replied quickly.“Imagine you could have this cock buried deep in your nice wet pussy. It would probably feel good to have it inside you. Imagine a thick cock like mine pushing between those soft pussy lips, slowly spreading them apart...”The bastard was teasing me so bad. I felt my cunt going wetter and wetter now. I started to think he was right: I would love a piece of hard dick buried deep in my horny cunt…“Is your. "That was way cool.It was a delightful blissful conversation made more so because I was in the presence of a beautiful girl. I tried to keep my eyes up instead of straying into her cleavage. It was often a losing battle. If she noticed or cared, Melissa didn't say anything.I lost track of time. I was enamored."I like you," she said. She placed her hand on mine."I like you, too." I covered her hand with my other hand.We returned to camp holding hands.I received a reprimand from my parents about. ”“Good. I’ll walk you out to your car. I want a kiss, but I cannot kiss you in here!”I took Tasha’s hand and we walked out to my car, which was parked at an odd angle across three parking spaces. I hadn’t even noticed when I’d arrived. Tasha and I exchanged a relatively chaste kiss because we were at church, then I got into my car and headed home.“Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!” I called out when I walked into the house.“In here,” Mom called from the kitchen.I walked in to find her baking prosphora for the.