Chapter 8

The Avon Grove Devil’s Herald, the high school’s student newspaper, came out the Tuesday after the PIAA State Swim Meet. The only story on the front page was about the Red Devil’s swim team winning first place in all three qualifying events. It featured one picture of the of the medley relay team receiving their medals. The second was a face shot of David Martin, with the subtitle of “Catalyst for the Win.”

The article described the meet in straight forward fashion, beginning to end. Interviews with the team members followed the description of the event. “I’m glad I was able to help the team out,” was all the student reporter could drag out of David on Friday as he wrote his article. Jake, Mike and Kaiden were more forthcoming with quotes.

“We did make the state meet without David, so our medley relay team is pretty decent without him,” Kaiden said. “With him, we are the best in the state – no question.”

“I thank the Eagles for hiring Coach Martin and bringing David back home to Chester County,” Jake said. “Most people don’t realize David was born in Chester County. David isn’t some ringer we brought in. He is a native-born son of Landenberg who took us to the win.”

Mike was succinct. “David was the catalyst to our win. Period. He polished some of our techniques. He coached us about will and believing in yourself. We couldn’t do any of this without his help.”

David had asked around, trying to find out Sara Baker’s class schedule. He rarely saw her around school. Finally, he got the low down on her class schedule. By chance it almost seemed as if someone designed her schedule and his to keep them apart. They were always heading for different wings of the building. They had different lunch periods. Her bus parked behind the school to load and unload. His parked in front.

He found one spot between third and fourth period where he was going upstairs to English while she would have to go by the central stairwell to go out to the science wing of the school. David bolted from his third period class and took up position in the stairwell and waited. It took a couple minutes but there came Sara, talking with a couple other girls.

“Sara, do you have a minute?” David asked politely as the three girls passed him.

“David?” she asked as she stared at him. “David Martin, right?”

“Yes, that’s me,” David acknowledged.

“I’ll catch you two in class,” Sara said to her friends.

“Sara, I was wondering if you weren’t busy this Saturday night, if you would like to go to a movie with me?” David asked. He managed to get the words out despite the lump in his throat. He hadn’t felt this awkward asking for a date since ninth grade.

“I’m sorry, I don’t date jocks,” Sara said.

“I am not a jock,” David protested.

“This says otherwise,” Sara countered. She held up a copy of the Devil’s Herald. David’s picture is displayed prominently. “I don’t date jocks. It was sweet of you to ask but I will have to pass on the offer of a date.”

“Um ... um...” David stuttered. Sara turned and headed for her chemistry class. David headed upstairs for his next class. He was stunned. He hadn’t been turned down for a date in ... in ... who knows how long? He wasn’t done trying. Sara had something ... something intriguing to him. He HAD to get to know her better.

Monday, March 17, 2031 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA

Troy Vincent, the Eagles team president, stuck his head in Kyle’s office door. “Good News!” Troy announced. “A deal is set with Lehigh University. You get to hold training camp off-site, as you wished. We have dorms, locker rooms and classrooms reserved from July 24th to August 14th. That should give you and your staff a few days to set up before the players arrive.”

“Fantastic news, Troy,” Kyle replied. “I think the time to bond will be important to turning this team around.”

“Giving more chances for fans to see and interact with the team will be good too,” Troy added before heading down the hall.

Wednesday, March 19, 2031 – New London Presbyterian Church

Three clusters of Scouts huddled around three metal trays scattered around the parking lot outside the church. The Inter-Patrol Activity that night tasked patrols with lighting a fire without matches, building the fire up and boiling a pot of water fastest. Each cluster or patrol of Scouts carefully built a fire lay using wood they had collected at home and brought to the night’s meeting.

Reed Crawford, the patrol leader for the Big Foot Patrol, carefully placed his secret weapon, perfectly dry wood shavings, into the center of the fire lay as they built the lay. Danny Martin shredded a length of twine as he waited for his part in the fire building. He formed the shreds and strands of twine into a small bird’s nest like shape. Two pieces of partially burnt charred cloth lay in the bottom of the “nest.”

“You sure about this, Danny?” Reed asked as he observed the rest of his patrol finishing the fire lay. “We can do steel wool and battery or hot spark if you’re not certain you can get this going.” The troop leaders gave extra credit to a patrol using the more difficult flint and steel or friction bow method to start their blaze.

“I got this, Reed,” Danny promised. “I’ve done flint and steel half a dozen times since I earned Wilderness Survival last summer at camp.”

“OK,” Reed agreed. “Go to it when Jake yells start for the competition.” Reed made a couple of minor adjustments to the wood on the top of the fire lay and then pronounced to the whole patrol that the fire lay looked good.

About a minute later Jake Gordon, the Senior Patrol Leader, yelled, “On your mark ... get set...”

Danny ran his thumb across the sharp edge of the piece of quartz in his hand. This spot would be perfect. “GO!” Jake shouted.

Danny knelt down beside the metal tray, setting his “bird’s nest” into the tray. He struck the edge of a piece of steel against the sharp edge of his quartz rock. Sparks showered down all over the tray. Danny watched as he continued striking the steel against the rock. On the fourth strike, one of the sparks drifted down and landed on the charred cloth. The spot glowed bright orange immediately.

Danny dropped the rock and steel and gathered up the bird’s nest. He carefully wrapped the nest shut, trapping the glowing spot in the charred cloth in the middle of the twine fibers. He held the nest over his head and gently, but steadily, blew into the nest. The spark grew and blazed brighter and brighter. Suddenly the top of the nest ignited.

“Fire!” Reed cautioned. Danny, who saw the blaze catch, coolly tossed the nest onto the metal tray beside their fire lay. Reed used a stick to push the burning rope nest into the center of the fire lay. The rope strands blazed, lighting the wood shavings and then the thin twigs at the bottom of the fire lay. Most of the patrol stood ready with additional firewood, ready to feed the blaze if Reed asked for more wood.

“Noah, Blake, get that can over here,” Reed commanded. Noah, an eighth grader and the assistant patrol leader, carried a number 303 sized can (28 ounces of peaches before it was emptied) half full of water over to the fire. The can was suspended between two sticks. The boys held the can just above the burning wood. The rest of the patrol built the fire up, so it was blazing up around the side of the can.

“Hot damn, Danny,” Mason Jones declared. “I’ve never seen anyone start a no match fire that fast. That was outstanding.”

“We used to do this a lot at my old troop in Pittsburgh,” Danny explained. Mason was quickly becoming one of Danny’s closest friends since he moved to Avon Grove.

“That was cool,” Mason said. “You know ... are you busy on Saturday night?”

“Not really,” Danny answered.

“You should join our group at the movies on Saturday,” Mason said. “We go out a couple times a month. You’ll know a lot of the guys. All the other seventh graders in our patrol go.”

“I’ll talk to my Mom and Dad and see if it’s OK,” Danny said. “Do we meet at the theater or get rides as a group?”

“We get a parent or two to drive us there,” Mason said. “Another couple of parents bring us home afterwards.”

“That’s cool,” Danny said. “I’ll talk to my parents, but I am sure it will be OK. See you in school tomorrow, Mason.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” Mason agreed. Mason’s mom popped the car door open, and Mason hurried out and hopped in the back of their green minivan. Danny’s Mom arrived a couple minutes later. He hopped in the back of their light gray minivan.

“I got invited to go to the movies Saturday night with some of the guys in my patrol at Scouts,” Danny remarked as Penny drove them south on Route 896. “Can I go?”

“Get me particulars of who is going,” Penny said. “Do your Dad or I need to help drive?”

“I’ll find out tomorrow at school,” Danny promised.

Friday, March 21, 2031 – Avon Grove High School

David headed for the boys’ locker room after school to change. Track practice started up a week ago. Now that his swim season was finally over, David needed to catch up with the rest of his team. He found Mike Hollinger seated in his usual spot. David gave his friend a big smile.

“You going out for track too?”

“No,” Mike answered, grinning. “I play the best spring sport of all – baseball.”

“It sucks to be starting the season late,” David commented. “I hate the PIAA rule that you have to do ten practices before you can participate in competition. I’m going to miss the first three meets because the PIAA overlapped the end of the swim season with the beginning of track season.”

“I agree, it sucks,” Mike said. “Still, we have the comfort of having won our first place medals at states.” “Yeah, that is sweet,” David agreed. The two finished dressing and headed out to their respective practice fields.

Coach Phillips, the head track coach, asked Coach Weaver to put David through some trials at different events, so they could understand his capabilities and best events. He was outstanding on the 100-meter dash and 200-meter run. David was capable but not outstanding on the 400-meter and 800-meter runs.

Coach Weaver had David try the hurdles. David tried not to laugh. His track coach last season had him try the hurdles too. It was a disaster. David was in the middle of a growth spurt and couldn’t tell you from week to week how long his legs would be or how high he would need to be to clear the hurdles. This year David improved in the hurdles but still lacked the smooth jump-step necessary to be successful at the event.

Coach Weaver had him try long jump and high jump. David did fine as a long jumper. The coach took a double take as he watched David attempt the high jump. The boy easily cleared a bar set at 4’-6” by jumping straight over and tucking his legs under him. It wasn’t remotely proper form but showed an amazing ability to leap.

“David, has anyone taught you proper technique for high jumping?” Coach Weaver asked when David rejoined the coach after his first jump.

“My coach at Fox Chapel decided I was a sprinter early on, two seasons ago,” David explained. “I know I didn’t use proper form today. I’ve seen others do it but have no idea how to do that myself.”

“I agree that the sprints are your best events, by far,” Coach Weaver agreed. “If we get some time during practices, I would like to work with you on high jump technique though. I suspect you could be excellent at high jumping with enough practice and coaching.”

“I am willing to try, if you want me to,” David agreed.

“Our team determines who runs at meets based on a points system,” Coach Weaver said. “With the times you did today, first in the 100-meter sprint and second place for the 200-meter sprint. Expect to be running those in the meets as soon as you get your ten practices in.”

“I still don’t see why I am being penalized because the district and state portion of the winter season overlaps the spring season,” David replied. “It’s not like I’ve been sitting on my butt all winter. I’ve been practicing hard for swimming.”

“That is obvious,” Coach Weaver said. “But those are the rules. You are in outstanding condition. Head over and join the group with Coach Huber. He is working with the sprinters today.”

“You got it, Coach,” David replied politely. He jogged over and joined the other sprinters. The group reviewed and practiced techniques and starts for about half an hour. Coach Phillips called the whole group, guys and girls together and sent them on a three-mile run around the school neighborhood. They headed down State Road to Wickerton, south on Wickerton to a development street, through the development to Schoolhouse Road, north on Schoolhouse to the middle school and then back through the parking lot to the track again. Middle school, JV and varsity all ran together, guys and girls.

David passed his little brother, Danny, early in the run. David was one of the first ones to return to the track. Coach Phillips announced practice was over as runners returned to the track. David hung out to see how his brother did on the run.

David was surprised when four girls jogged in. One of them was Sara Baker. David gave the girls a smile and a wave then jogged over.

“I never expected to see you here,” David remarked to Sara. “You said you don’t date jocks. You didn’t tell me you are a jock.”

“I am NOT a jock,” Sara snipped. “I am an athlete.”

“I am not sure I see the distinction,” David replied.

“Which is why I don’t date jocks like you,” Sara retorted.

“Well ... Oh ... Kay,” David sighed. “Have a good evening, ladies.” He saw Danny and some of his friends from Scouts jog in together. He went over to see how his brother fared.

“We’ve been working on our starts, Dave,” Danny said. “I am not sure we got what our coach is trying to tell us. Could you work with us for a few minutes?”

“Sure, guys,” David agreed. David spent about ten minutes working with the younger kids to improve their starts.

Sara Baker, her best friend, Sadie Miller, and their two other close friends, Caroline Lefebvre and Charlotte Giordano, were talking after David headed away.

“Aren’t you being kinda’ harsh to that boy?” Sadie asked.

“He’s a hunk,” Charlotte added. “I think he has a cute butt.”

“You’re terrible,” Caroline added laughing.

“But he does!” Charlotte insisted.

“Granted, he does look good,” Sara said. “But he’s still a jock. He’s the rich son of a Hall of Fame football player. How could he not be a jock? And all you know how I feel about jocks.”

“Carter was a total jerk,” Sadie agreed. “You have every right to be distrustful of that type of guy.”

“Is he that type of guy?” Caroline asked. “He’s over there teaching a bunch of younger kids sprint starts. Track practice is over and he’s out helping younger kids. Would Carter have done anything so selfless?”

“Of course not,” Sara agreed.

“David is in my math class,” Caroline added. “He seems like a nice guy rather than a jerk. Maybe you should look him over closer rather than rejecting him out of hand.”

“I don’t know ... maybe,” Sara allowed. She stared at him a little longer. “He is definitely cute.”

Later that evening, after the kids were asleep, Kyle and Penny took advantage of a rare night to make love. They were quiet, not stirring any of their sleeping offspring. The two lovers cuddled in the afterglow of lovemaking.

“I don’t say this enough,” Kyle whispered to Penny. “I love you totally, unconditionally and completely.”

“I love you too,” Penny sighed before kissing her husband.

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” Kyle asked.

“No big parties!” Penny replied. Kyle was surprised at the vehemence of her statement. “No surprises!”

Kyle did not let on that he had been considering a surprise party for his wife. It was good he had been too busy to start any of the planning.

“How about a date night?” Kyle suggested. “We could head into the city, have dinner at a nice restaurant and then spend an overnight in one of the nice hotels.”

“And the kids?”

“They’re not invited,” Kyle laughed. “David and Jessie can look after Danny and Robbie. Phyllis and Larry will be next door and they’ll make sure the older kids don’t burn the place down.”

“A date night?” Penny giggled. “I like that idea. Maybe you can be my strong pirate captain, ravishing his wench that evening.”

“Arrgh ... we could do that,” Kyle agreed, grinning ear to ear. Kyle and Penny enjoyed role playing on occasion. Penny’s fortieth birthday would be a good occasion for some fun.

Saturday, March 22, 2031 – Regal Cinemas – Newark, DE

Logan’s mom stopped by the Martin household to pick up Danny around 5:30 that evening. Logan was riding shotgun up front with his mom. Mason and a girl Danny didn’t know were in the middle seats of the minivan. He had to step around Mason to reach the back seat. His heart beat faster when he realized Emma Wexler, a cute seventh grader in his team, was sitting there already. Avon Grove’s seventh graders were broken into teams of 25-28 students each. Each team worked with their own “pod” of teachers during the school year.

He blurted out a surprised, “Hi!” as he sat down.

“It’s nice to see you, Danny,” Emma replied. “I am glad you are coming along with our group.”

“Thanks,” Danny replied. “I am happy to be invited.”

Mrs. Robertson headed south to the movie theater in Newark. Emma, Mason, Logan and the other girl talked as they traveled. Danny mostly listened. He found out that the other girl’s name was Hailey Curcio, a seventh grader like the rest of them. She was in a different team, which is why Danny didn’t know her name yet.

Danny normally wasn’t shy around people. Now that he found himself interested in girls and wanting to make a good impression, he found himself tongue-tied whenever he was in a remotely romantic situation. With Mason sitting in the middle seat with Hailey and ... Oh my God! Danny realized Mason was holding Hailey’s hand! This was scary and very dangerous territory to Danny. He clammed up completely not wanting to say the wrong thing.

Emma occasionally gave Danny a smile as the group headed south. Danny wished he knew what to say but just couldn’t force any words out. Emma was a good-looking girl. Danny could detect the beginnings of what he was sure would be a great set of tits when she got older. Emma’s chest wasn’t flat, but it hadn’t developed much yet, just like virtually every other girl in seventh grade, except one.

Mila Zwaan was the one exception in seventh grade at Fred S. Engle Middle School. Mila had the biggest tits, certainly in the seventh grade and probably she beat most of the eighth graders too. It wasn’t entirely surprising. Mila flunked a grade in elementary school and she had to repeat it. She turned fourteen last month.

Mrs. Robertson pulled up in front of the Regal Cinema half an hour later. “What time does the movie let out?” she asked her son Logan. “When do I need to pick you up?”

“The movie is out at 9:40 PM,” Logan said. “Can you come about ten o’clock? We want to enjoy some time in the arcade after our movie is over, if it is OK.”

“Ten o’clock,” Mrs. Robertson agreed. “Be out front and ready to go.”

“We will be there,” Logan promised. The other kids in the minivan echoed their pledges. Everyone hopped out and Mrs. Robertson drove off. Logan’s phone rattled. He glanced at it and said, “Let’s wait outside. They’re almost here.”

Danny assumed Logan was talking about Blake Hastings, Nolan Phillips and Noah McMullen from his patrol in scouts. Danny was partly right. Noah McMullen and Blake Hastings hopped out of the next minivan to stop. To Danny’s shock, Noah helped Leah Reynolds out of the van. Danny knew the seventh grader slightly. Blake helped Sophia Lewis out of the backseat. Evelyn Doyle, another girl Danny knew from their teaching team at school, hopped out of the front of the minivan. She gave Logan a big smile.

“See you at ten o’clock, Daddy,” Evelyn said into the open window before the minivan pulled away. Evelyn waited a moment until it disappeared around the corner and then she rushed to Logan. The pair embraced.

‘I missed you so much,” Evelyn declared before planting a big kiss on Logan’s lips. Danny stared in shock. On his lips!

“Where is Nolan and Riley?” Mason asked.

“Riley didn’t feel well,” Evelyn explained. “Nolan decided to skip the outing tonight since Riley wouldn’t be here. He didn’t want to be the fifth wheel and be by himself.”

“Let’s head inside, pick up our tickets and get our snacks,” Noah announced. He slipped his arm around Leah as they headed inside. She put her arm around Noah’s back too. Blake and Sophia followed, holding hands. Logan and Evelyn walked inside, arms around each other. Mason held Hailey’s hand and they followed Logan and Evelyn. That left Danny and Emma alone on the sidewalk.

Danny realized tonight wasn’t going to be what he thought it was – a bunch of guys enjoying a movie together. This was a date night, albeit a group date. Everyone was paired off, apparently including him and Emma. Emma offered him her hand. He accepted it tentatively. They held hands as they followed everyone else into the theater and joined the ticket line. The group laughed, joked and talked easily as they waited to pick up the tickets they had ordered on-line earlier in the day.

The group moved over to the refreshment stands after they got their tickets. The girls excused themselves to go to the ladies’ room before the movie. Mason pulled Danny aside immediately after the girls disappeared.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mason demanded. “Dude, you are totally blowing it with Emma.”

“You didn’t tell me there would be girls here,” Danny retorted.

“Watching the movie with a girl is a hell of lot more fun than watching it with just guys,” Noah interjected.

“Talk with Emma,” Mason said. “You can’t be a silent bump on a log. Haven’t you learned that already?” Danny stared at the floor. “Wait, this is your first date!” Danny shrugged. Mason let out a loud sigh.

“OK, ask Emma questions,” Mason said. “Get her talking about herself. Listen to her answers. Girls like it when you pay attention to them. You might get further tonight that way too.”

“Further?”

“You know, make out a little,” Mason replied. “Maybe more.”

“I don’t even know if Emma likes me,” Danny protested.

“Dude, she likes you,” Mason returned. “Who do you think asked me to invite you tonight? Emma did.”

“Emma asked for me to come tonight?” Danny said.

“She thinks you are cute,” Mason said. “She wants to get to know you better. Play your cards right and this could be an excellent night for you.”

The girls rejoined the group a couple minutes later. The pairs recoupled and joined the line at the refreshment stand. Danny tried to follow Mason’s advice, asking Emma about her hobbies. Talking with a girl didn’t seem quite as intimidating as he expected, thanks to Mason’s tip about asking questions. She asked Danny questions about his background too as they waited in line. Slowly the intimidated boy relaxed.

The group took seats near the back of the theater. Danny was surprised. Normally he wanted to be down front so he could see the movie better. He didn’t argue with the others. He figured there must be a good reason. The ten of them took up a whole row in the theater. Seating was boy-girl-boy-girl, etc. Hailey sat between Mason and Danny. Emma sat beside Danny, then came Logan and Evelyn. Blake and Sophia were on one end. Noah and Leah were on the other side, outside nearest the aisle.

Emma asked Danny about his dad and the Eagles. It turns out the whole Wexler family were huge Eagles fans. They were delighted that Danny’s dad agreed to coach the Eagles and were looking forward to better years than the past few.

The movie got started so everyone got quiet and watched. Danny paid attention to what the other guys were doing, hoping to imitate them and perhaps make Emma think he wasn’t the hopeless dork that he really was. About five minutes into the movie, Danny saw Mason stretch and then put his right arm down over Hailey’s shoulders. Blake did exactly the same thing a couple minutes later. Logan didn’t even try to hide his intentions. He just slipped his arm around Evie. She cuddled up closer to her guy.

Danny took a deep breath and then stretched his arms above his head. His right arm came down resting across Emma’s shoulders. His hand rested on the end of Emma’s seat. Danny steeled his nerves for a reaction.

“Mmm ... nice,” Emma murmured. She snuggled against Danny’s side. Her left hand pulled Danny’s right down until it rested on her side. He realized that a simple twist of his wrist and he would have a handful of seventh-grade girl’s titty. Danny thought better of doing that. It would be safer to let his friends be his guide.

The two whispered comments to each other about the movie while they watched. Somewhere towards the middle of the movie, Emma slipped her left hand onto Danny’s knee. She rubbed and massaged his knee and thigh as they watched the movie. It took little for Danny to pop a boner under the best circumstances. He adjusted his package, so it wasn’t sticking straight up. He saw Emma give a slight smile when he adjusted himself. Danny blushed when he realized she knew he was hard.

They watched the movie. Danny’s boner just wouldn’t subside. Danny glanced down the aisle. Noah and Leah weren’t watching the movie anymore. They were facing each other exchanging kisses. He glanced down at Emma. She was still watching the movie screen.

The climax of the movie arrived. Danny glanced towards Emma. She had a big grin on her face. He noticed further down the row, Blake and Sophia were kissing too. Emma began rubbing and massaging Danny’s leg again.

Emma turned towards Danny, staring into his eyes. “That was a really great movie.”

“Yeah, it was,” Danny agreed. Emma glanced down at Danny’s lips before staring into his eyes again. She licked her lips as she stared at him. Danny gulped. He thought he understood what Emma wanted. She leaned in closer, confirming his hunch. He twisted his head a little so he wouldn’t smash his nose into Emma’s.

Danny’s lips met Emma’s gently. Danny felt a tingle go down his spine as their lips touched. The two pulled apart a few inches and stared at each other. Emma put a hand on Danny’s shoulder as they kissed again. Danny flexed the arm around Emma, pulling her closer to his body. The third time their lips touched, Emma trapped Danny’s lower lip between her lips. Danny shivered as Emma massaged his lower lip between her lips.

Danny gasped as their lips parted again. Danny went in for another kiss. He caught Emma’s lower lip between his and returned the massage. This kiss lasted longer. They kissed two more times before the lights came up and the credits rolled on screen.

Danny and Emma pulled apart as they blinked in the blinding light. Danny noticed Mason and Hailey pull away from each other too. Apparently, his friend has been kissing his girl too. The group gathered up their sweatshirts and other things and filed out of the theater with the rest of the crowd.

“I had a really great time, Danny,” Emma remarked as they left.

“I enjoyed spending the evening with you, Emma,” Danny answered. The pair held hands while they waited for their ride home. No longer intimidated, Danny kept the conversation going with Emma. They exchanged a last kiss goodbye when Mrs. Robertson stopped off at the Martin house.

Danny headed upstairs to bed. He shared his room with almost six-year-old Robbie, who had been asleep at least a couple hours. Danny did his evening routine in the bathroom and headed back to his room. He stripped down and put on his pajamas. He grew hard as he lay on his top bunk and thought about his evening. Emma was a great girl. Danny jerked himself off before going to sleep.

Saturday, March 22, 2031 – Newark, Delaware

Adam Morrison picked up Jessie around 5:30 PM. They couple drove down to Newark and picked up pizza for dinner before their movie. The caught an early showing of Pixar’s latest offering. It was fun movie with a good plot. The audience was fairly young, so Adam and Jessie didn’t do a lot of making out. Adam copped a few feels. They kissed occasionally, not nearly as passionately as both would have liked.

The couple headed north up Route 896 around 9:30 PM. They crossed into Maryland briefly and then were back in Pennsylvania. Adam turned right on the first major road, Chambers Rock Road. He drove east.

“Where are we heading?” Jessie asked. “Is this a shortcut home?”

“I wanted to show you this really romantic place along the White Clay Creek I know about,” Adam said.

“Romantic place?” Jessie teased. “Do you have more planned for innocent little me? Didn’t you get enough at the theater?”

“Enough? There were too many little kids around us,” Adam said. “I wanted to suck your tongue down my throat. I wanted to rip your blouse off and lick and kiss your beautiful breasts. I wanted to...”