All I could do was nod and he wiggled up and put the floppy tip between my legs and began rubbing it up and down while he pressed against me.This was ...t, I thought, sex was here and I was doing it and there was no turning back as I felt him begin pushing.It wasn't hurting, there was just the feeling of pressure against me, then, rather suddenly, I felt him enter, just the tip end, it seemed, not hurting, just feeling enlarged, full. Then more came inside me as he kept pushing and then I. "To be honest, Graham that isn't good enough! I feel like crap that I don't turn you on, that I'm not good enough for you," Sarah raged, "I'm so pissed off!" "Sarah, please, I'm so sorry. You STILL turn me on! You're the most beautiful and sexy girl I ever met! Please! Please forgive me, Sarah, I beg of you. Honestly, I'll do Anything! Anything, for you. Just please, give me another chance," I pleaded. Than just like that, she smiled to herself. "That was easier than I thought!" she giggled. . Eventually, though, Heather and I coaxed Tim to get in the pool with us, dressed even as he was, and to lie on the float on the right-hand side of Heather’s float and I got on the one to her left. We just floated around for a while talking about everyday things that neighbors would discuss with one another in any circumstance. Even Tim seemed to be enjoying himself. Heather, while all of this was going on, had reached over with her left hand and rubbed my pussy-pleaser which made it become hard. I remembered back to something I had learned in drama class back in junior high school. Something about always remembering and embracing every emotion you experience in life, good and bad. The memory, while painful, would drive my motivation and my creativity. I had always loved writing, but had never finished anything. Perhaps this was meaningful enough to me that I could finish now. When I finally mustered the strength, I crawled out of bed and approached my computer. I was going to write.