That went away when I was sixteen right after I convinced Mom to put me on the pill. I was dating Robert Hines and was over at his house almost every ...day. His parents worked and it was the stains in the crotch of my panties that Mom first noticed before she whisked me to the doctor. And, yes, she pretty much knows I'm fucking boys regularly. Now, Mom, she's thirty-eight, pretty sexy, too. She's taller, more voluptuous (36-26-38) with full C-cups. All the guys I know call her a MILF and that she. I looked at her, smiled and changed my direction. Evidently this was going to be a girls' night, and I was wondering where I 'd left my dirty dancing fifteen-year-old Pixie.She was one hell of a dancer.We hooked up in the bathroom line at intermission. I'd gone and gotten a gallon jug of water for us to rehydrate with, and they already had one. But it was a chance to take cuts and I grabbed it.The girls and boys at Dead shows aren't particular about girls crashing the guys' bathrooms. A pot is. Ann Marie was one of the sales girls, good looking and a bit of a character."Trouble is," he went on, "She wouldn't let me fuck her ass. She'd do anything but that." And you're really into that, are you?" I asked lightly nervously."It's the best fun there is," he stated. "But women are often afraid of it. Too mindful of their precious bodies. Guys have more guts." Really?" I stammered."Once they get over the initial reservations" he said. "Like you. You'd loveit if you let yourself go." I tried. I wondered what she had on under there. Oh, yeah. I threw all that wet stuff in the wash. Your mom called too. Says she is tied up at the hospital. The storm doesnt seem to be letting out anyway, so it may be a long night for her. I was used to my mothers long nights at the hospital. But, after we eat, we can play a game or watch a movie or something. If my mom would have asked this, I would have immediately said no. Doesnt matter, I shrugged. After some leftover pasta from last night, I went.