We kissed and held each other but we didn’t ‘do’ anything but my folks are kidding us like we did. My dad even shook John’s hand at breakfast!...�� I had to grin. “They don’t believe us when we say that we didn’t have sex or make love or whatever you want to call it.”I was grinning even more. “So, you went from too little freedom to too much freedom?” They both nodded. “First, having freedom to do something implies having freedom not to do it as well. Second, this isn’t something you have to hurry. By now my cock had broken free of my pants and I threw them to the side of the room as I watched you ,you slowly peeled them down and left them where they lay on the floor then you eased your legs up and hitched them over the sides of the big chair so that you r soaking wet pussy was spread wide open in front of me I couldn’t take my eyes from it as you put two then three then four fingers inside of you sliding hard in and out your other finger rubbing your clit as you did it my cock was. ‘Do what?’ I don’t think I managed to actually say those two words aloud, only to think them. ‘You’re right,’ she began, ‘I do like you, and that should be the only thing that matters. I want it to be like that. And you’re right about that we might not meet again. I might have regrets about what we’re about to do, but I know I’ll have more regrets if we don’t.’ Before I could reply she kissed me again, this time more passionately. Her tongue reached in to touch mine, but it was her lips that. Liz slipped her hand into mine when we walked back.“I hope I didn’t embarrass you,” she said.“No!” I said, chuckling. “It was well played, my dear.”“I thought so,” Liz told me. “I just didn’t want you to threaten to spank my butt again.”“Maybe a pinch or a fondle later,” I said. “No spanks.”“Pinching is OK; fondling is better,” Liz said. “On the way back, a little fucking would be great!”The girls were still standing at the table when we arrived on the deck.“He said it’s OK so long as you.