She turned her head as best she could and ended up kissing me on the neck. What happened next to us? XXX “I’m glad you were my first.” She whispered. I know what you’re thinking… “Well how can it not be your fault? “Yeah. “Sort of.” She said quietly. Trust me, I feel the same way.” Emma said. Oh wait, maybe I should start in about myself, and my sister first. I’m not proud of it, and as far as I know neither is she. the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. “I’m not sure.” I said. If he wasn’t playing football, I think I’d find him under a tree watching the clouds go by.
