“Well when I was a girl” she started, “here was no sex education in schools, fathers took sons to one side and explained the birds and bees, but... girls either were lucky, had an understanding mother or picked it up as they went along.! My mother, let`s say was not the sort who found sex or anything about it, easy either to talk about, or to practise, father being a preacher as he was, he was not approachable either, so I, as the daughter was ignored in that respect, and like you I had to ask my. ‘Yes, I’m, err, I’ve been invited to a party, the theme being movie characters, and as a dare, stroke, laugh, I said I would go as “The Bride” out of Tarantinos “Kill Bill” films.’‘Oh, right. Sounds like fun.’ The voice on the other end of the line changed tone from dubious scepticism to one of amusement.‘Yes, well. I was slightly drunk at the time.’‘Ahhh.’‘Indeed. But I said I would, and, well, I like to think I’m a man of my word.’There was more laughter from the other end of the. He ignored my presence, the bastard. I rested my hand on his hip and dug my nails where I gripped. He removed my hand with a stronger grip, never breaking his rhythm. He thrust it away, overt rejection.This hurt me deeply. I returned my hand, gently, submissively, and rested it lightly where it had been. My hand followed his motion as I snuggled closely bringing my lips to his ear. In a gentle, soft whisper, I pleaded, "Dan, don't do this to me."He continued. I said, "This is wrong. She's just. She had kind of a starry look in her eyes and she was rambling about just general stuff, about me growing up and stuff. The way she was leaning I could see her tits hanging down, kind of swaying around as she talked. Then, I'll never forget, she hiked her leg up on my bed, like in a figure 4 position, and I had a straight clear view of her pussy. I looked right at it, and probably had a surprised look on my face. She said, "Whaaat?" in kind of a ditsy way, then she looked down at herself, and.