A large living room/kitchen with a huge open wood burner, comfy sofas covered in soft warm blankets and cushions, large high glass windows looking out...over the mountain and some distant ski runs and the most important feature on any holiday a well stocked bar counter. The open stairs led up to the balcony style bedroom which is dominated by a four poster bed, hand carved from some worn and weathered wood, polished smooth over the years possibly mahogany. The bed strategically facing the high. I enjoyed the sensations these pettings gave me. I noticed sometimes their penis would be sticky at times, and occasionally, he would vigorously jerk on his penis, and jerk, as thick white stuff came out.Some years later, as I entered into my teen years, I became more aware of girls and of course, myself, as I began to mature. It was one summer when we were visiting my dad's aunt, when her son, about 30-35 years old, came into the bedroom where I was reading a book that I had found written by. ” I said wondering what all she’d seen. I made my move carefully. “I don’t kiss my friends that way.” She said. “Actually it looked like you were eating her face off.” She made her next move capturing three of my pieces. I decided to switch tactics. “How would you know? You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.” I said studying the board. She was winning. “Yes I have.” She lied. “No. You haven’t.” I scoffed. “Your parent’s won’t even let you. I just keep staring at the clock wishing time would go faster.”“Are things OK out there?” Hailey asked. “It sounds like the slash guitar guy moved back in beside you.”“I’m not home,” Phil admitted. “Uh, you’ll never guess where I am.”“Do I want to know?” Hailey asked warily.“I am at a Malibu mansion at a party thrown by Jenvieve Borchard,” Phil told her anyway. “I swear to God, that woman either has the best plastic surgeon in the world or the sort of genetics they should use for cloning.