’ ‘Okay,’ he nodded. ‘After our swim.’ It had been longer than he could remember, the last time he’d gone swimming in the ocean. He though... of times when he was a kid and his family vacationed at the beach. It made him want to run right in and let the waves crash over him. He could remember liking that very much. But of course what he liked most was how Cassie’s little hand fit so warmly and contentedly in his own. They were easy together, that was the only way to describe it. Whether they were. .OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!." He kept inserting them deeper and deeper and licking my clit faster and faster. My body was moving all over the place by this point and I started to yell, "Faster, faster make me cum baby!" as I raised my hips towards him in the effort of putting my pussy deeper into his mouth. "Oh no baby you’re not going to cum until I say you can cum." And with that he held me tighter and stopped licking my clit and began to lick my inner thighs while inserting his fingers deeper. That much I'll admit right away. I had been warned.What it was that was going through my mind now as I stood there lookingat my reflection in the pond changed reality for me forever. I was notogling myself over, like so many boys might ogle over a pretty girl'sbody, for all this time I had been looking at girls from only a maleperspective. I was actually listening in on subconscious thoughts thatI suppose instinctively exist in most all of the fair sex. Thoughts withoutwords exactly. Thoughts. Like most pre-teens, I’d come to feel bored, at least before that fateful day when I took the life of the man looking to rape Kristen.It took a month of nightmares before I worked up the courage to tell Father Marceaux what I’d done. Once the words started flowing in the confessional, there was no stopping them. It was as if my body was vomiting the words trying to expel something poisoning me. When my lengthy soliloquy ended, I was met by nearly a half minute of silence before Father Marceaux.