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“Shame my Dad is home,” he said looking sad. “Yeah it is definitely a shame, if he wasn’t I would be rocking your world right now,” I explained shaking ours hands from side to side. “Stupid Dad, oh well, at least he goes back to work on Friday,” he said, his attitude perking up. I leaned forward and stood on my tippy toes, giving him a kiss. As I dropped down on to my feet I glanced toward my backyard. I turned and made way for my garage, which was detached from the rest of the house. Pulling him behind me, we headed towards the back where we could not be seen. “Umm… what are we doing?” he asked nervously. “Stuff,” I said, pushing him against the wall. I pushed myself against him pressing my lips to his. I reached up placing my hand around the back of his head. His lips and mine now squishing and smacking into one another. My tongue rolled over his, our saliva mixing together in our mouths. We stood there heads tilting and twisting while we made out, the furiousness growing.

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