"Miss Fiona. Please don't do this," I begged her, my voice squeakingwith fear."But you said this is what you wanted, didn't you?" she hissed in myear.... I could feel her very close behind me as she whispered, "Youshould always be careful what you ask for, because you might just getit." She laughed as she said this. She moved round the table to standin front of me and I felt sick as I saw that she was now wearing thestrap on. It jutted out six or seven inches from her groin and sheposed in front. I had been clear that this date wasn’t about getting her into bed, but about talking.“Sarah, OK if I take your cherry?”“Sure, if you want it!” she said, scooping it up with her spoon.“Not that one, Sarah!” I said.She gave me a confused look, which changed to realization within seconds.“Absolutely not!” she giggled. “No way!”We finished our ice cream and walked hand-in-hand down the street towards the river.“Sarah, can we talk about you and your brother?”“I guess. Why?”“I just want to try to. But don’t you get fed up with having sex so often, I mean it must be every day.”Sukky laughed. “Sheila its several times, every day, and no I don’t get fed up with it, I can’t believe how much I enjoy it.”“But don’t you get sore, and doesn’t it hurt up your bum?”“It did, especially the first time, but with some lube, it very enjoyable, have you never tried it?”“No, but I am curious, and what’s it like with another woman, that is intriguing, and with more than one man at a time.”“You want to try. I could see a bit of camel toe where her panties hugged her pussy lips; I could also see her short neatly trimmed pubes through the cotton front just above a damp patch. I didn’t remember doing it but I was sat up with my hand slowly caressing her hip and left buttock. The panties were actually a thong. She slowly undid her cardigan and threw it to the floor. She slowly turned and bent over to touch her toes. There I was, like a rabbit in the head lights, staring at her perfect ass; I found.