“You know, last spring, I’d have been horrified by a boy showing this kind of interest in me. Now, not so much. I mean, I’m not ready to have yo... whip it out and make me suck it, but it’s kind of cool to be just innocently sitting here studying and feel something grow under me. I have all kinds of crazy dreams at night after I’ve been with you. I imagine that we’re just sitting like this—only maybe we don’t have clothes on—and I feel this thing growing under me. Then I feel it at the entrance. The Anderssons stood on the platform until we pulled away, waving to me. I waved back and once they were out of sight, pulled out my book. I alternated between reading and watching the scenery go by. I had promised to write Jennifer a letter, so I did that, then wrote one to Stephanie as well. I wrote a brief note to Becky on a blank greeting card from a box I had brought along.The first two letters were similar, telling my two favorite girls in the entire world how much I loved and missed. After only about a couple ofminutes his balls tightened up and he had his first orgasm. He was justbeside himself with this new found fun. So he picked the magazine back upand starting thumbing trough it again. A couple of pages later he saw the man sitting on the edge of a chairand this girl was sitting between his legs with the man’s prick in hermouth. She had this really happy look on her face and the man had his eyessqueezed shut. The next page showed the man’s cock. Okay?" Supposing she calls the police? Supposing she really hates my guts?" Supposing she loves you to hell? If you don't try this, you'll never know," Pete countered.Polly rang Stephanie's doorbell and stood in front of the peephole. The door opened for the length of the security chain. "Leave me Poll, please. I don't wish to talk with anyone at the moment. I just want to be left alone. No one can help." Yes you do need to talk Steph and I can help. Open the door, you need someone to take.