The next day I went away, safely ensconced in Irene's (for that was the name that the man had cried out hotly as he discharged his sperm incestuously ...into the dark depths of the woman's body) warm, curly pubic forest. She had a roommate, another female, and there was a cat also. Three of my cousins lived on the cat but they said that life there was quiet.The next day I met another man named Joe and before the day ended I had learned something more than what was in Gramps' tale. I had been. I would go over to her house a lot, not necessarily fucking her, but a lot of oral sex went on. When school started again, we had less time to focus on this stuff. Sometimes we would not see each other for weeks on end. During the weekends, we mostly hanged out with our own friends, who now knew about our experiences. The school year was coming to a close and we started to see each other more, as the teachers assigned less homework. One time, we fucked under her bed, trying not to make noise as. My pussy is always bald (it gives better access). That night I was wearing a very short red dress (meant to be a top) which was see through in bright light (I’ve got dark nipples… mmmh). It barely covered my pussy (actually it didn't) and the front was open down the centre with two straps that just managed to cover my boobs. The back was bear with just a tiny piece to cover my ass. To make the night more exciting, my husband insisted I wear no panty...no bra... and my 5inch red stilettos...Just. Not much was spoken during the ride. But the cabbies’ eyes did talk a lot. Diana could see that he was watching her cleavage from the rear view mirror. It made her feel good to be viewed that way for a change. She had spent years being the conservative wife, and a doting mother. She loved those roles, but tonight she wanted validation for being a woman. If she could turn one head tonight then that would be good enough. It was a simple plan, really. Turn some heads, get a little tipsy, and then.