Dell Springer took a snapshot of her five year old son David as he sat in the little rocker. He was intently listening to the big brown combination re...ord player and radio in their living room. His favorite afternoon show was on, Miss Richards' "Radio Playtime for Children". Second only to "The Lone Ranger", which was on later in the evening, Miss Richard's program was an important part of David's daily routine. Now days more than ever, since David hoped that his letter might be read on the. If we were the last two people left on earth, I was pretty sure we’d try to procreate. Probably if we were in the last million or so. She was barely over five feet tall—even shorter than Melody, though plumper. Like most of my classmates, her clothes were black. Hell, so were mine. How pretentious could artists be? There isn’t a mark on the scale for that. I was seriously considering starting to wear Hawaiian shirts and board shorts just to express my individuality. They’d drum me out of the. She was embarrassed and started to hit me. I tried to control her by catching hands.She was not ready to stop and she tried to hit me more. I got angry and also her touch was making me horny. So I told if you hit me again, I will kiss you. She looked at me in shock. I released what I said. Before I apologize, she hit me again. This was a green signal for me.I kissed her on cheeks. Both were feeling shy. I was actually thinking whether it’s a dream or reality. Within that time I got one more. ” With that she gave me a kiss, a passionate one, tracing my lips with her tongue and without thinking I allowed her tongue access to my mouth. Our tongues danced in my mouth, flicking, rubbing, intertwined and then hers slipping deeper causing a muffled moan to escape from somewhere deep inside me. She pulled back and thank you once again. We adjusted our dresses after I slipped nipple rings onto myself and headed out the door for the bar. We must have been quite the sight as we turned heads.