He gasped as my hand fondled him, feeling stiff little cock sticking up. He grabbed my hand as if to stop me and looked around nervously. Getting up I... took him by the hand and led him further down the path where a box hedge shielded us. We stood together and I reached out again, pushing his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. He was still hard, his little cock sticking straight out from under his big belly. I wrapped my hand around it and started to wank him, working up and down his shaft,. Now I want you to go over to Peter and kiss him exactly as I just kissed you. I heard her move to me and kneel between my legs. Her hands moved to the tops of my thighs and she leaned close to my face. Her lips touched mine gently. They were wet and warm. Slowly, insistently, her tongue entered my mouth, swirled softly between my lips and teeth, then went deep into the center. It mingled with my tongue, entwined, penetrated, retreated, penetrated again. I followed it back out into her mouth. .. uh ... I don’t ... I don’t think...” I nodded. “See,” I interrupted her, “we’ve got this weird little taboo thing about the female body where it needs to conform to a certain idea, and if it deviates from that, you’ll almost be outcast. Like, if you keep your armpits, or even your pussy unshaved, you’re somehow less accepted than the skankiest crack-whore. Consequently, only people who don’t care much about social acceptance, like artists or hippies, stay unshaved. And me,” I laughed.“You. Puberty had hit her pretty hard, her chest had already swollen to a D cup by the time she was 16 and the rest of her filled out and she became very curvy by the time she was 18. She had black hair, smooth skin, and bright blue eyes. She would lay outside on the back porch most Sunday afternoons in the Summer, soaking up the sun in her very small bikini.I caught myself staring at her from the kitchen window almost every time. My mouth would begin to water and I could practically fell my body.