As a boy, I had a fort in a far corner of my backyard, made from refrigerator shipping boxes. On summer nights, I'd sl**p in the fort. Norma lived next door & would sneak out of her bedroom window with her sl**ping bag and join me. One night, she told me her girlfriend said there was a way of kissing with tongues touching. We were hesistant. "Do you want to try it?" "I guess so, do you?" "Ya." Thirty minutes later we were sweaty, and our faces ached. It was as head-dazzling and hot as the first time I got laid. Norma was blond and flawless. We both were; who isn't at nine? We were happy c***dren, blissfully molestingly each other at every opportunity we could grab.
Norma, if you're out there, send me an email !