If theyare, then I guess they must only be visiting. I hope they don't leave,not yet anyway.Diary, I think for once that I'm actually glad that I don'... live in thatcul-de-sac. I'd be so nervous if there was a chance of talking to thosegirls every time I left the house. I get so nervous whenever I'm near agirl, I can hardly talk to one except for my Mum, but she's my Mum.Maybe this is some sort of sign? Am I supposed to get over my fear andtalk to these girls over the fence? I don't think I. When Monica saw Kevin without his shirt she instinctively put her hand on his back. Kevin felt instantly nervous and he looked up at Simone to see her reaction."It's O.K. with me if she touches you, Sweetheart. Is it O.K. with you?"Kevin looked at Monica, smiled and then nodded his head. she continued exploring his back, then his shoulders as she continued to pay attention to Simone's boob."Why don't you take your shirt off too, Mon?" Simone whispered.Monica leaned back and obliged Simone's. In the third week of the semester Francis was completing an assignment in a history course went to a museum downtown to do some research. He dressed in his beige colour khaki dress pants and a long sleeve blue dress shirt with a pale yellow sweater over his shoulders. Francis thought that he was nicely dressed as his mother had selected such a style for him, a preppy college student look. His chubby body was not designed for the skinny jeans and t-shirts that the guys in the dorm wore. While. “Always hard when you’re around! How is your water? Wet?” As I read it I felt my clit throb and a small groan escaped my lips. So it was reciprocated. Hands shaking a little I typed back. “Always wet when you’re around!” I could feel the juices starting to run inside me and my clit was tingling as I thought about what his reaction might be. The thought of him becoming hard as he thought about me getting wet was making me squirm in my chair. I reached up inside my top and stroked my already.