I...read them. All of them."I didn't say a word. Her eyes were closed as she made that little confession. I was surprised, but it made more sense give... her reaction. She saw something she liked and either hated herself for it, or at least questioned her self-image pretty seriously.She continued, "I read them and I was disgusted and excited. I mean, in school the other girls talked about all of it, but I was too scared of getting pregnant, or worse. Most of it sounded unpleasant, and the girls. So have I,’ was his soft reply. We stood in the rain smiling, and holding each other as the rain fell upon us, drenching us completely. I felt safe, and warm in his arms, and couldn’t wait for the passion that I knew would come at one point in his stay. He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face to his, and kissed me again. My hands fell to rest on his chest, and he smiled against my lips. One of his hands slid down to cup my behind, and haul me closer. Once closer, our tongues met in my. I shook myself off and tried to get some semblance of dry with some of my shop rags before I tracked all this water in the house. I knew Brenda would go ballistic if I got her carpet this wet. I stripped down to nothing and then grabbed a pair of shorts from the pile of laundry in the laundry room, and put them on. I then dried myself with a towel from there too, and opened the kitchen door. I was semidry and now shivering because I was still cold from the drenching I got coming into the. I can feel my blood flowing, the excitement of the evenings gifts tantalizing my already overly horny mind. She sits down, marshmallow stick in one hand and her drink in the other. I hold her drink as the melted treat becomes a s'more. A bit for her and a bit for me as she takes her time feeding us both. The marshmallow stuck to her lower lip is the perfect opportunity to aid her with a kiss. She notices the fact that the moon light, while giving us warning would give someone a perfect.