"Did Mrs. Severson look after you?" Caroline asked Sam.For some reason this question seemed to amuse him, but he answered "Yes. She was very nice."Aft...er dinner both Sam and Joan cleared the table, at Sam's insistence. With the dishwasher running, Joan hung out with Sam and Caroline at the kitchen table until her friends arrived. Afterwards, Caroline sat and read a book to relax, while Sam continued to work on his homework. When he finally finished, the two of them played cards for a while. It. She was stark naked. She grabbed Helen by both hands and pulled her inside. “So your the new trainee slut. I approve of your clothes, no bra, thin T-shirt, short skirt. I just hope that you are not wearing panties.” In reply, Helen lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy, innocent of any covering. “I see dried cum on your inner thighs. I guess that you are now a member of the mile-high club. Am I right?” Helen grinned embarrassedly. “Don't be embarrassed Helen. I told you about. The night was so clear, I could make out The Plough, Aquarius, Cynus, and countless other star formations with names beyond my knowledge. I hadn't seen a sky like this for years."Why did you come to Corfu?" I asked."To find a cute guy to fuck me," she replied.We both laughed."Okay, seriously, it just seemed a nice place," she said. "As I said over dinner, we're doing a big trip around Europe, mainly city stops, but we thought it would be nice to break it up with somewhere more chilled."Then she. The fact that our adventures in digital diddling sometimes takes place in public adds a delicious thrill to the proceedings. We're not really exhibitionists, however, and most of the time when his fingers find my cunt we're in bed at home, just like ordinary folks.But the truly amazing thing for me about our rendezvous in bars is that, up until a few months ago, the phrase "finger-fucking" meant only one thing to me: It conjured up the embarrassing and painful memory of Ronny Rosenwald, my.