Slowly I probed my own folds exploring my sex like a rediscovered old toy savoring the smoothness and plumpness of my outer labia and the wet rubbery ...texture of my inner flaps, I felt myself slipping a finger into my moist pinkness, my thumb instinctively pressing on my bud and wondered just how good Buster would feel.I wrapped my hair in towel and wrapped a second around my body, and then I headed to the living room to await my pupil. I have to say sitting there on the couch I was more than. "I just did not want this to happen, and I began, "But I only want-"Melita held up a hand, "Mark, you are only eighteen and have so many bridges to cross. I was just one of them." But you read so accurately about my lack of sexual experience."Smiling gently, Melita took hold of both my hands. "Confession time. You do have a positive lifeline, allied to a hopeful success line, but there is no known line on the palm of your hand that would tell me whether you had experience of the opposite. "I burst out laughing since it was exactly what I thought would happen. Aunt Etta said, "Your mother was always a stickler about your language. You tried to get away with some, but your mother would hear you anyway. What was your favorite, the homemade laundry lye soap, or the old grey Lava?"The girls were listening to Aunt Etta as she told on me. Lisa said, "So that's why we never hear the man cuss. He does it sometimes, but it's so very rare."Brandy was holding Dan and said, "Just exactly the. "I'd like to say that I relaxed, but I keep my thoughts locked up pretty tight. It didn't matter to Henrietta, she surged into my mind like a barbarian horde armed with a battering ram. She popped herself inside and for a very long moment or two made herself quite at home moving the furniture around and knocking down a few side walls until the accommodations suited her."Your mind is so narrow and constricted!" She muttered. "It's a wonder you can cast any magic at all! Way too many firewalls.