. or at the very least, withholding the truth. Now, she had done something I didn't particularly like.I still hadn't solved this riddle that was Dawn....I REALLY wanted to tell her the truth ... ALL of it. But ... should I tell her my true feelings about this right now? Would it solve anything? Would it help me understand her, or would I be using it only as an opportunity. Was it just selfishness on my part? For whatever reasons, I made a choice."Dawn ... um ... it's not what you think. They're. Her lips were rosy red but everything else was black. Black bra, black panties, black hose, black garters, and a very short black ruffled skirt that left most of her panties exposed. She had the most exciting bulge in the front of her panties. Her thighs were rounded and looked so soft. Her belly was flat and her skin was unblemished all over. She held her hands behind her back which caused her small breasts to be pushed forward. This allowed the slits in the bra cups to spread enough to. Our first French kiss lasted for complete fifty five or fifty six minutes according to the digital clock at the wall.The next time we kissed, her body had come in a rhythm and her ass was moving in a constant rhythm. I eased out the steam out of her and even she regained her senses.We decided that we would not move forwards only in the emotions pertaining to sex but control ourselves till we got married. I had made up my mind to remain a pure virgin till my marriage.Her face did not deceive her. If she calms down enough and the two of you can at least be civil to each other we can talk about you coming back. But until then, you are not welcome.”“What, you are picking Holly over me?”“You got that right! Holly is my best friend in the world. And the three people I love most in no particular order are my dad, Linda, and Holly. I will stick up for her against anything and anybody. So keep a low profile around us, and we will see how things are in a month or so, OK? Oh, and these are.