”“I’ll be back.” I got up, retrieved it.“Chords,” Kara said. “We’ll do chords. Don’t do ‘em for me. Just do ‘em and let your min...d go. Remember. Be thankful.”She put bow to string. I let my fingers play familiar basic chords and pickings that I wouldn’t mess up. I remember Mom and Dad being fascinated that I’d chosen the mandolin to learn.Kara could tell. “That’s it,” she said. “Remember. Simple, let your fingers play, let your heart feel...” She returned to playing along with me for a bit then,. "OK," I said and Sarah pulled out a razor and a small bowl of water from her bedside table, and passed it to me."Now glide it gently over my pubic area towards me."I put the razor on the top of her slit and slid it upwards but barely pressed down on it and left most of the foam behind."Press harder," Sarah explained and I sighed."Well I don't want to cut you." You aren't going to cut anything unless it makes contact with my skin." Sarah took the razor off of me and did a stroke before returning. She was certainly quiet, having been taught privately since a young age therefore having never mixed with people of her own age, or any age for that matter besides her staid, uptight father who had often beaten his own old fashioned and petrifying Christian beliefs onto her, made even more orthodox by the fact he was incidentally the man at the centre of the village, the vicar of the villages small parish. He’d taken her in when she was found on the doorstep as no more than a baby and he was. I was moving my hands all over her body and kissing her lips and she was caressing my hair. I lifted her and took her to the Bed room and placed her on the bed and come on her.I was kissing her and slowly started caressing her boobs. I started removing her shirt buttons and put my hand inside her shirt. I was touching her boobs on top of her bra. I removed her shirt and her bra and saw her beautiful boobs. They were small 32 but firm, with nice brown nipples which were hard like rocks.I was.