It's just ... You don't ... Jesus." What?" I'm sorry. It's just I start thinking about something and my mind starts running away. So please don't take... this the wrong way. Okay?" I said looking down at my tray. "Have you been tested recently? For, you know STDs and stuff."Lana's brow creased and a hard edge showed in her voice when she replied, "Do you think I would have put you in danger if I had anything you could catch? Yes I've been tested recently and no I don't have any diseases. What. Again I whispered, “Yes…”He expertly slid his hands underneath my stomach feeling my bellybutton and unbuttoned my shorts and tugged the zipper down all in one motion. Hmmm, he’s definitely adept at this kind of thing. I giggled…the wine taking effect.“You find this funny…” he softly said, never raising his voice, never scolding, always comforting. God, I feel like I was in a dream, a wet one for sure as my womanhood was beginning to stir.He eased my shorts down to my ankles and I stepped out. Younger boys have an almost need to have as much sex as possible. I suppose this was to leave a biological legacy in case they got trampled obn by a mammoth or something.What it meant was that, aside from having to learn to slow down and take their time, younger boys "reloaded" faster. It was amazing how fast they could recover and go again. None of the girls I talked with minded. In fact I think we secretly wished older guys would recover just as quickly. We'd seen adult parties wehrethe guys. She let her aches and pains float away, felt her body lift and every particle of the air moving around her skin. She felt so relaxed whenever she did this.She could feel a tentative tug on the edge of her consciousness, curious she went to investigate. Verses! That is interesting. I wonder if she knows? She gently brushed the small globe, soothing it of it's jagged edges. Apparently not. Satisfied that the globe of human thought was restful she then sent out a small thread to search for Vaya..