She finished, and relaxed her grip on my shoulders. I pulled my finger from her arse, and she stood up, leaning against a tree.“Oh shit, your should...rs are bleeding!” she said. “Did I ... When I came, I must have dug my fingers into you; I’m so sorry, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”“No, you didn’t hurt,” I replied. “I think I was concentrating on something else at the time.”We cleaned ourselves up, and she wiped the scratches on my shoulders.“Do you have something in that first aid kit?” she asked.. I’ve a lot on my mind and a lot I want to say to you, yet one look at your picture and a thought to time past and my gaze is transfixed. One look at your lips and they’re all I can think about.My mind strays far too quickly to your lips closing around a biscuit, home-made; nibbles and nips and the biscuit disappears, followed by fingertips, into your soft lips. This thought only ignites a fire in my imagination. Your lips and tongue have long since stolen the last biscuit crumbs from your. "Don't give me that crap, guys. Trevor, your breath smells like, as they say, a tuna can and I did not feed you tuna for breakfast. And Lori, you were in such a hurry, you didn't get all of the cum off of your forehead. You have some dried just above your eyebrow. Now, do your parents know about this?"They shook their heads and said their parents showed no signs of suspecting, but they had only done some heavy petting and oral. Lori confessed that she was taking the pill in case it went. I love you so much I want you to love me too. I know you do but I want you to say it. A lot. To me. In my ear, softly, and out loud, in front of anyone. I promise to look you in the eyes whenever you say it. I keep count, you know, of how many times you say, ‘I love you,’ and that’s how I know how many times to kiss you. Times a million. OMG. Now we know what ’69’ is. I had to think about it so we couldn’t do it last night. You just had to make do with a BJ from me and then putting your thing.