" He said sternly."I swear." We replied in unison."Okay, but if I find out you told anyone about this, I'll deny it." He repeated, giving us a nervous...stare in return.Mark and I sat cross legged next to each other on the wooden floor of the treehouse, anxiously awaiting this mysteriously exciting promise of pubescent angst; our first look at a real, honest to god, nudie magazine.The new kid unzipped his backpack and fished inside, pulling out a crumpled paper bag, then unsleaved the object of. She, had short wavy brown hair that stopped just below her shoulders, she had the nicest hazel honey eyes, and pale pink lips to go along. Her breast were a nice 32B, which fit her 5'0 frame perfectly. Her ass was, perfect for her; tight, not overly large nor small, simply perfect.Today she was wearing a bright red blouse which was tucked into her black skirt. The package that was her was topped of with black high heels.Arrian couldn't help keep his mind from wandering.I bet she doesn't even. . dying.He had been dying! He had been shot through the liver by a rifle bullet and he had been dying! It came back to him in a flood, an unpleasant though welcome flood. Obviously he was not dead. This was not an afterlife of some sort. He was reasonably sure that angels did not say things like "no shit" and speak in dirtbag accents. Had they found him a liver after all? Had they performed a successful transplant before his body died of its own internal poisons? Or was this just another brief. Melissa got a good view of the carefully trimmed pubic triangle of dark hair. She wanted to reach out touch it to see if it really was that evenly cut. When she was totally naked she lay on the floor. She reached for Melissas hand and pulled the girl down on top of her. She drew the girl up her body so that she could kiss her again. This kiss was even more exciting because their naked breasts were pressed against each other. Anne placed her hands on Melissas shoulders and pushed her down her.