"I've been thinking about what you said the other day," Rita said."Good," I answered. "I'm glad you are learning to..." Not about that," she broke in.... "Well, partially about that. But more about what you said about being willing if I wanted to turn you on." I caught my breath. Subtlety is not a trait of the young. Either she was going to attempt to seduce me or she was going to ream me for being an old pervert. While I admit to the latter, I was counting on the former."I realized that I don't. You may want to contact him to inquire about business opportunities," we were told, as Mr. Phillips slid a couple of account cards across the desk to Owen. He filled them out with both of our names and returned them with the ten dollar bill to Mr. Phillips."I'll only be a few minutes getting your account setup, and will bring you your deposit book. Then we can go to the back and get your safe deposit box setup," he assured us with a smile. While he was gone, Owen pulled two more ten dollar. "And I realised she was staring straight at it, and was amused.Of course I straight away apologised and changed position to try and hide it, but she said I shouldn't hide it, because she liked it."And I like yours," I'd said lamely, like a moron. At least it got a good laugh out of her, because then I had to explain I was talking about her boobs, not some dick on her. That was probably the thing that changed gears for us: having a laugh about it. I think now if I'd not fucked up my reply, I'd. I did not have any fun with the middle sister as she was not of the fun type.I must than another cousin of mine for initiating me into the world of pussies when I was just six years old. My earliest memory of a pussy is that of a cousin of mine who was at least ten year older to me. I still remember her using me to finger her pussy many times. Even though I didn’t know what was it about, as I was very young, just a kid six year old, I liked the experience of feeling the soft pussy of my cousin..