She had only assumed that losing her virginity would make her feel different- at least, that’s how everyone acted about it.Was it all a dream?What d...id turn out to be different was her own self control. As Angeline pondered her fragmented memories, she idly rubbed at the petals of her flower, moaning huskily at the sensation. Abruptly, she realized what she was doing, and- with great reluctance- pulled her hand away. She had masturbated in the past, but had been too shy and nervous about that. When lunch was ready, we all helped serve our plates and sat down. Karen prayed and we dug in. The food was good. The conversation wasn’t in some ways. We talked about our lives before the vanishing. I found out that Karen was a widow for three years when her husband had been killed in a workplace accident. Lisa had been married and her husband and kids had vanished. Jennifer had lost her fiance.Karen asked me again what I planned to do. I said, “I am going back to Augusta. Bert and Ed are. Then she slides those soft hands up my thighs. Then she just grazes my shaft through the towel I have wrapped around my waist, just teasing me a little. She grabs my hips as she; slowly kisses her way up my waist, over my chest and feel her nibble ever so softly at my neck. She slides up and puts a finger to my lips and asks me to open my mouth. I take the hint and let her slide her finger into my mouth and I slowly suck on her finger then suddenly she pulls her finger away.She repositions. ‘Something’s happening to us,’ he said quietly. ‘Can you feel it?’ She tilted her head sideways, her damp lips softly parted. ‘Yes…’ she whispered, her breath wispy. And then he stood up, knowing far better than she did how close he was to losing control. The last thing he wanted to do was to lose that soft look of trust in her eyes. ‘Unfortunately, it’s time for me to be a gentleman.’ Georgia gave him a shaky little smile, still sensitive to the demanding feelings thick in the air between.