..”“I had a privileged childhood. My father was rich and I was sent to a private school in England. In the boarding house of the school when I was... thirteen, I couldn’t control my hormones so went to bed with every boy I met who asked me.Ever since I left when I was fifteen, all my male friends have been guys I’ve either just been in bed with or am just about to get into bed with or both. And if it was a guy I’d already had or one I was going to have, if we were alone in a private place, we’d be. ” “Good to see you, too; come on over and sit by me.” I slid into the booth and moved next to Laura. She immediately put her hand on my leg, just above my knee. We both knew it was out of Lacy’s sight. “Honey, Laura is having some painting done at her apartment and she’s afraid the fumes will make her sick so I’ve invited her to stay in our guest room a couple of nights.” My heart skipped a beat at that bit of news and because that small hand was sliding toward the inside of my leg and. “We started doing that and it just got worse. Then one night she put her mouth on me ... to find out if she’d puke or not.”“And, of course, you wanted to know if you’d puke or not if you returned the favor,” said Phoebe.“I didn’t think I’d puke,” I said, weakly.“And after that there was nothing else to try except having intercourse,” said Phoebe.“We were still resisting that,” I insisted. “But Hannah had a friend, and they got drunk one night at a sleepover and the girl talked about all the. She was standing over me wearing a short, sexy silk robe that barely reached her stocking tops. Her nipples were hard points, straining the soft material. She smelled so delicious, straight from the shower, and her perfume was freshly applied. My cock stiffened. I threw back the covers and grabbed her and pulled her into bed. She giggled as she felt my hard cock, pressed against her firm belly. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world" I said into her fragrant hair, reaching for her.