I want to see them, I want to be with them, I want to die with them. As I move to go around you, your foot lifts and kicks me in the ribs. I’m throw... to the side and I land hard, crushing my wrist more and hitting my head. I get up, I’m not going to let you stop me, so I start forward again, but you move in front of me again, only to kick me down again. We follow this routine until I can hardly pick myself up off the ground anymore. I can’t feel the pain, but my body knows the damage that it’s. She actually wiggles a little bit to help make it happen! My right hand is now touching the back end of her labia, through the fuzz. I have never been this far with a girl before, although I guess it doesn't really count since we're not making out or anything. I start to trail my right fingertips down over her pussy lips, watching her face carefully in case she wakes up. Her mouth is slightly open and she is breathing audibly, but not like a sound sleep type of slow rhythm. Her butt is starting. She showered and her nudity encouraged the idea we might just...No time. We had to check out, and I had to shower and shave. More frustration, especially when she was in those sprayed on jeans. At least she put on a bra for the journey home.She chattered about this, that and everything on the way home, as she always did when we travelled, but when we turned into the drive, she floored me."Kevin, I haven't forgotten. I hesitate to say it, but I know we have to talk."You had to love her. She. It was a neat old lock and would look good on the trunk after it was refinished if he could get it off and have a key made for it.He gathered various tools from his workshop and a few things from the kitchen just in case and set to work on the old lock. He was most of the way through an old movie, 'The Titanic' with Clifton Webb, when he heard a snap and the lock popped open and swung away.Smiling, Albert removed the lock from the trunk's hasp and said aloud, "Now let's see if I have treasures.