He would kiss,lick, play and suck on them alot. I remember waking up once in the middle of the night to the feeling of being wet. I first thought wa... "I p-d in my sleep".Then when I was more awake I could feel my b.....r wasin between my legs. I do not recall having my pj's being removed. Later he told me that he took his timeremoving them hoping I did not wake up an be mad.I was far from mad, I was shaking, hot, sweaty, with goose bumps all over me. My slit was soaking wet andthere was. She stopped me for a brief moment, suggesting we go upstairs. As she rose she let her dress fall completely from her. Lesley leading the way, I followed up the stairs. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours. As we entered the room we tumbled onto the lovely king size bed. Huge compared to my small bed at the Manse. We hugged, rolled, wrapped arms around each other as, somehow, my clothes disappeared. My thighs opened as she explored my body. I was so willing, wanting her to take me. Well not last night...No it wasn’t Will (Will is my new roommate - Will is 18 - fucking hot and so far it seems as if he is totally straight although I might get him) - it was Dean (my mate who is staying with me for a couple of days before he moves to a ski resort just south of here). I know I have been a bit lazy and I haven’t mentioned Dean much - but honestly I didn’t think much of it. I met Dean here at the end of last season and we rode a bit together. Few nights on the grog and nothing. I could see deer tracks patterned intricately into the mud of the trail as I stepped over them, careful not to disturb an inch of their complexity. Every once in a while a blue-black butterfly floated by, not caring that winter was on its way and that the air would soon turn cruelly cold, but instead intent on finding the next sweet flower on which to feast. It was my favorite place on earth. I hiked those woods all summer the next year, finding new paths what wound up into the hills, exploring.