Finally, she had what she thought would be a sufficient stack of wood for the stove, and after several trips had filled the woodbox in the kitchen. I ...idn't have time to teach flint & steel firemaking, so I left a box of kitchen matches for her to use. After wasting a few and not having much luck, she finally remembered the kindling box, and after taking the wood out, placing the kindling, then rebuilding the fire with the wood she had tried to use before, she got a decent blaze going.I had. She might have weighed 80 pounds at best, no one could knock her off. I couldn’t help myself. The thing is though, I wasn’t all over her trying to get her in bed, and at no point did I even offer to take her into the house at all. I just couldn’t keep her off my mind. At one point she was sitting on my lap on one of the couches and I said to her “You and I have to go out sometime”. She laughed and said “I wish, my mom won’t let me date”. I said “What? She won’t let you date? At all? What the. . perhaps I can repay you, Sammy."I was three blocks away before what she said sank in. Could she have been talking about what I was thinking? The thought of Sandy's tongue, reaching out to moisten her lips, was still with me when I got to the meat department in the supermarket. Damn, I'm twenty, which makes Alice thirty, Karen Parker would be twenty-eight or twenty-nine and Ann would be about the same age. Shirley is thirteen months older than me, but two years ahead of me in school. Cindy is. "Well, I guess we'll just go on like this then. You can remove the sheet if you want," Tricia allowed."Yeah, that's not really in the way. But I like the way you think," the redhead admitted.I like the way you play, Anne, I like the way you push that button, oh, ooh, Anne. Yeah, do that like that and just a little more of that and ooh. Yeah, that too. Subtle pathways suddenly erupted in tingling and rushing sensations sweeping and susurrating emanating from the ministrations of the lovely.