Getting to Know Me, Inside and Out
The rest of that night was like a dream. George held me close, repeating over and over, how much he loved me, how he never wanted anything to change, for us to be together for ever and ever, how he wanted to teach me everything he knew and to make me the happiest girl in the world – he said, sometimes he felt like Peter Pan and imagined that I was Wendy and we lived in a Land where no-one grew old and died, and I told him about Shangri La, and he said, “Yes, that is the most perfect place, I'm glad you call this Shangri La, it's a place where we can live our lives in peace and contentment and endless love.”
     I thought that was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me, in all my 13 years, and I felt that I had it in my gift to make this beautiful man happy, the way Sandra never could, because she didn't, couldn't, understand him and love him the way I did, and I dreamt – or thought I dreamt, of us in years to come, no matter where our lives took us, always able to come here, to Shangri La, and be safe with our Perfect Love. I think that night was the happiest I have ever been, for that one night of pure, innocent, love and security.



Oh, and he made love to me. I don't just mean we had sex. We did, but we also made sweet love together, in every way. I sucked Big George as though I was the absolute master of the technique. I took him from a tired, flaccid lump, to the hardest, most strong and vigorous cock I could imagine and I moved my head and my mouth in absolute unison with George's own moves, without him having to hold my head, I just knew it all, how to draw back, till all but the tip was outside and then drive my mouth down, almost swallowing him; and I kept this going for what seemed like ages and when he came, it was too much for me to swallow it all, though I tried my best,. And he lifted my face to his and kissed me with his tongue in my mouth and he sucked all he could get of his own creamy fluid and we kissed like this lot a long time, and my tongue was in his mouth too and I

absolutely lost myself in that kiss, and when I woke, George was kneeling at my feet and sucking my See You Next Tuesday and pushing his tongue into me and it made me squirm with delight and the most wonderful tingling sensation all through my body and eventually he raised his head, his face all wet with our mingled juices and he pulled himself on top of me and we kissed again and I tasted myself mingled with him and it was delicious, and he pulled my knees up, either side of his body and he slid Big George into me and he was so big and deep that it was as if he was penetrating my entire being and I wasn't squashed by George this time, because he kept his elbows on either side of me and supported his full weight, but I was still pressed by his weight and it felt so good and right and I believed that this was what I had been born for, this moment, to have George's weight on top of me and his hands holding my face while he kissed me deep and Big George kept up a slow rhythmic push and pull that was in time with my heartbeat and it was as if we were One, and I was so happy and when he eventually came, somewhere deep, deep inside me, I felt my body melt and George and me moulding together and it was as if that very moment, was the union of out two Souls as well as our bodies; and I must have slept again, for the next time I woke I was on my side, with George behind me, his two hands on my breasts, one arm under me and the other over me, and we were tucked together like spoons – I now knew what people meant; and the only thing different was that Big George was inside me again, but this time he was up my Bum! And it was really strange but beautiful. It wasn't the first time, but it was probably the deepest and because neither of us was moving, I could actually feel a pulse there, it was Big George.