I wrapped her with my good arm, fitting my hand on her waist, feeling her feminine firmness beneath my hand. The thought crossed my mind that this was...the first time I'd touched Ronni except for the occasional "Help me climb up THERE" sort of events in a young person's life. And now she was no longer a generic "young person", she was a soft feminine form dressed in panties and night shirt, she was in MY bed, and she said she loved ME. My life was changing.So was hers. She giggled. "I like you. It was strange because it kind of felt like my mind was still out there, hovering, not quite ready to reassemble in my brain, and I could both feel what was going on and watch in a dispassionate sort of way. It was very cool.It was also surprising, because I realized she could probably keep going for quite a while before I went off like a bottle of Diet Coke with a Mentos dropped into it.She started going faster and moaning a little louder.“Shhhhh,” I cautioned her.“Don’t shush me,” she said in. As we went through the mountains we stopped in a remote village and had a rest, Sally and I went for a walk, as we sat chatting I found out she was a student of law and was on holiday as a treat, she leant over and gave me a kiss “what was that for” she smiled and replied “oh no reason find you rather cute” I blushed like a tomato Sally giggled “aww that so sweet” and kissed me again, this time I run my hand over her leg “behave now don’t want my dad catching you, later I promise” I smiled as. In fact, I was skipping out on a game scheduled with the Puerto Rican guys that had good runners but they couldn’t hit the ball for crap because they didn’t play the game down there on the Island where they liked to play around kicking a silly white ball all over the fucking place and hitting it with their fucking heads, if you can believe that shit.For you shitheads that don’t like the way I write my fucked-up sentences, I can only say ... eat me! I write the way I talk and that is like a.