Everything, except for Frank’s 18 year old daughter, Amy.Kim knew how ridiculous it was to hate a kid, no matter how bratty and spoiled they were. A...y had been raised mostly by Frank’s ex, a high school sweetheart that had drifted so deep into white-trash that she’d lost custody after being busted for selling meth two years ago.But Amy was unbearable. She’d hated Kim from the moment they’d met. She’d throw tantrums whenever Kim went out with Frank, crying and screaming to pull at her father’s. She attacked my mouth hungrily and I hesitantly returned it. After a few moments of aggressive tongue wrestling, she pulled away and sighed with satisfaction, but not before giving my bum a firm squeeze.“I knew you would be a fantastic kisser,” she whispered huskily, and I nodded speechlessly. She trailed a finger slowly down the front of my shirt and said, “I am just going to get more comfortable. Don’t you go anywhere”?She ran to a small door that I hadn’t noticed earlier. She jerked it open. I’d toss and turn and end up throwing all my covers and taking off my clothes in a pathetic attempt to try and make me cooler. Yea, my attempts were definitely in vain, it never fucking worked. But damn… that tension…sometimes it was almost as if my want for him had turned into a strong physical need. Sometimes I’d feel I’d come close to death if I didn’t get to touch him one last time before we parted ways. It was hard for me to even sit next to him sometimes. My entire mind was just clouded. I know I shouldn't have." Shouldn't have tickled!" I dove, soared again, saw Martha's beautiful, naked hips and legs, grabbed her waist, and leapt into the air. Martha was screaming. I stood in the water, looking straight up at her.She stared down at me, wary. "Now, Steven... I didn't mean it. Let's just talk about this. Let's talk."I growled, my majesty offended, "Tar-zan no talk! Tar-zan tickle!"Martha started talking faster and faster, "Steven no now don't, don't do this, don't!"I buried my.