It started when someone began talking about how things had been when we were kids. Then it progressed to the games we played as kids; kick the can, hi...e and seek, mother-may-I and spin the bottle. Then someone suggest that they play spin the bottle now and everybody said, "Yeah! Lets do it."It started out low key, just pecks on the lips and cheeks, but alcohol and atmosphere soon took over and soon the players were involved in some pretty heavy French kissing. Twenty minutes into the game. I was scared to death. I wasn't thinking too clearly. I made sure none of my clothes were left in my sister's bedroom, then I ran to my own bedroom and grabbed my jeans. I put them on over my dress. I mean, my sister's dress. I had a hard time with that full flared skirt, getting it tucked into my pants. At least I wasn't wearing her blue taffeta dress. It has petticoats sewn into the skirt. I didn't bother with socks, just put on my sneakers. Then I put on my black motorcycle jacket, and. Suddenly Cheryl began to feel something strange, she thought that she would be embarrassed but in fact it began to excite her. The taboo thought of being watched excited her. Soon the fire inside her began to smolder again. Cheryl walked into the living room and leaned over and wisperd Jim dear jim wake up baby. She then took jim by the nad and led him upstairs to the bedroom for round two.Judy Miller meets her husband Bill as he gets home from work:"Bill i think something is wrong with Brian.. The tongue kiss was there, yes, but it was tentative, inviting a denial. She felt his hands, yes, but again, their touch was passionate but not pressing. Caroline felt safe, safe that she could refuse or go slower at any point, but didn’t want to. Simon pulled back from the kiss. ‘Caroline, I… I’m sorry.’ He said. She put a finger over his lips. ‘Ssshhh. Simon, something happened then. Let’s take it slow, and see what happens, okay?’ He smiled, tentatively. ‘That sounds like a good idea. Um,.