You’re not on the pill I take it?”“Are you kidding? My mother would never allow that.”“Okay, rubbers it is. They’re not so bad.”“Have ...you been with a lot of girls?”“Three.”“The Finnish twins and who else?”“Not going to tell. Sorry, but that’s one thing the women in my life drilled into me — no tattling.”“That’s okay I guess. So, three. How many times?”“Maybe twenty? I didn’t cut notches in my dick.”Helen giggled at the mental image. “Did you learn stuff?”“I guess. My last ... partner? Well, she. But it didn't stay in my hand for more than amoment before it transformed into an actual living mouse, jumped to thefloor and disappeared beneath the great old dark wood bookcase at theend of the room. The bookcase opened out like a secret door, revealinga large grey metal box about the size of a carry-on suitcase. As far asI could see, there was no lid - no way to open it. I inspected itclosely and looked at it from every possible angle but still could notascertain a way to access its. Jeff groaned and said, “I have my hard dick out and I’m stroking it thinking about seeing your wet pink pussy, smelling how horny you are, and wanting to shove my fingers into you as you cum. God Anna, I want to be there to show you how to have sex and be gentle as I take your greatest prize,” he moaned. “You need a man, Anna, not that boy.” As he spoke, I got wetter and wanted him to see him touching himself. I almost slipped my finger inside when he said he wanted to do just that, but I was. "The second dark-haired vixen was decidedly more attractive than the first and I did not object when she placed my hand on her heaving bosom. However, I was determined to move forward in my quest for some guidance in achieving some recognition above the ranks of lowly commoner and pressed onward to the main castle hall.I was tempted to stop at a small shop for some liquid refreshment but was unsure if my small coins would be enough to cover the fee. A redheaded wench with a large knife was.