" Her son had been a bit more curious. "Mother, I know that you and Dad had really parted long before the divorce. Sara and I were glad it was amicabl..., that you two had made peace with each other, and we didn't go through all the yelling and shouting that some of my friends tell me their parents did. Of course we would have liked for you to stay together, but the older we got, and yes we discussed it, the more we knew that wasn't going to happen. I really do want to know one thing though." She. Again, she blushed.“Oh God how did I get myself in to this situation,” she wailed and unceremoniously flopped down on to my computer chair, still wound up tighter than a k**s clockwork toy.I sidled over and discretely closed the laptop before she had a chance to turn about and see what I had been browsing.“What err… what situation is that?” I asked.She peered up t me from under her falling hair with an expression I could only previewed as veiled hatred. So intense was her gaze I involuntarily. She thought back 25 years ago when she finally got a 15-year-old guy to ask her out for the first time inhigh school. He was a junior and she was already a 17 year old senior. None of the guys in her class everasked her out, they’d rather laugh and make humiliating remarks about her nerdy glasses and flat chest.“Flat-chested four eyes” was her nickname through out high school, with even some of the girls joining inon the teasing. Even her own brothers would call her that when she got home. "I see nothing..." then your lips touch her soft moist lips. It is just the softest of touches. Then you both pull back a little and kiss again, pressing a little harder this time. The third time your lips meet, your hand comes up to caress her face. You kiss again and again. Sometimes kissing longer, sometimes shorter.Then, you open your mouth. Kristin does the same. You tease her with just the tip of your tongue. You taste her lip balm. You run your tongue around the length of her lips. Her.