November 28, 1990, St. Charles, Illinois“If Dave weren’t here, I’d be suspicious of you bringing all of us to a resort hotel,” Cindi laughed.W...e all laughed with her, and I just shook my head when I saw Elyse smirk and mouth ‘they wish’!Cindi, Dave, Julia, Elyse, Kimmy, and I were sitting in a small conference room at Pheasant Run, in the west suburbs of Chicago. Kimmy was there as Elyse’s aide, and to keep minutes. I trusted her to keep everything to herself, and Elyse was equally sure.“Do we. ” she moaned. I could not believe my grandmotherliked being rimmed. After licking and kissing around,I began to probe her hole with my tongue. Her moans got louder.After several minutes of tonguing her ass, I moved backup to her pussy. I licked across her pussy and took her clit into my mouth.It was standing straight up nearly and inch. I sucked itinto my mouth like it was a tiny dick. I sucked on it and thenbegan to nibble. This was driving her crazy. She squeezedher legs on my head holding my. I learned things like camp cooking, how to set up camp, fishing tricks, survival skills, etc. that made summer fun for a boy. Sometimes we would hike all day or fish all day, and we would end the day by skinny dipping in a stream or lake and nude sunbathing at our campsite. I asked why my parents had hair on their bodies and I didnt, and I asked why my Mother didnt have a willie like me and my Dad. They said that the body hair was something that came with age and my Mom didnt have a willie. Well, if you feel the way I do,then...." She paused. "Okay, let's try it another way."She stood up and slipped off her panties and sat in bed next to me."Play with my pussy."I looked at her quizzically."Come on, you've done it a hundred times before. You have neverresisted sticking a finger or two up inside me. Playing with my clitand labia. Go ahead."I laid there, still fingering my own pussy, playing with my own clit.But I cold feel no desire to reach over and play with hers."You see. .