He's handsome isn't he?"Megan's eyes got wary. This had to be a trick question. "I guess some girls might think so" she said, safely.Valerie frowned. ...Megan, if I was twenty years younger I'd be all over him. Why wouldn't he have a girlfriend?" Valerie suddenly thought the thought that terrifies every heterosexual mother at least once in her life. 'You don't suppose he's..."Megan didn't get it. "What? He's what?"Valerie didn't want to say the word. 'You know... different? Doesn't like girls. You don’t know how to have fun.”Lana got pissed off with that. She pulled my head and moved to kitchen. She was eating while she was walking also. She kept her plate and came to hall where I was sitting. Lana again went to her bedroom door and locked it outside. I understood that she want to avoid getting us caught to Lucy while doing anything. I adjusted the bed neatly and was waiting for her. She came and kicked my legs. I pulled her legs and made her fall on me.Lana slapped hard on my face. I didn't mind. It meant less clothes to take off before I pound her ass and pussy. It started to get uncomfortable when people were looking at us making out in the middle of the dance floor so we decided to go to the beach. The beach was completely dark with no tourists. As soon as we got there I pushed her against the nearest tree, got on my knees and shoved my tongue into her already wet pussy. I put my middle finger up her ass. She screamed in pain and joy. It was her first time getting her. Made my head hot. So sweet and sexy, young and yummy. After that hot and wet start nothing could go wrong with us. At least I thought.The rest is maybe a bit boring for readers of steamy sex stories. Our love grew. We posted poems at each other's walls. Despite being a dream team as a couple of lovers as Princess with her Prince Poet, well, we had some sad set-backs as well. By hand I wrote booklet about our love. Very fast. Only three weeks for 200 pages.We dream of her visit to me in my cosy.