” “No, I’m not… I-I’m not Catherine.” “It is you, your body, your face. That… that necklace.” The voice was getting closer, Karina r...ealized she had to move, to get out of there. “I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about.” Karina started to walk away from the window towards the door. “Why did you run away?” The voice was now awfully close. Karina looked left, right, forward, but she still couldn’t see anyone. “I didn’t… I swear… i-it wasn’t me.” Karina’s heart was racing, she had to run. Run.. Iris and I were reclining in sun chairs, secluded by shrubs and flowers.Here on her small estate it all felt far from my recent infatuation.After my reunion with my boy Guy the two lads had gone off to play cricket.It was an opportunity to chat quietly about Guy's expectations.Iris was attractively sophisticated and I felt naturally at ease with her.Even on the awkward topic of coping with an amorous son her cultured tone drained the topic of any shame."It's about maintaining your respect and. ” “Well, you’re close enough to being a man now that I can give you what you've really wanted for a couple years now.” I looked at her, a question in my eyes, what could she be talking about? She was chuckling as she continued, “You’ve been trying to peek up my skirts and down my blouse since you were sixteen years old, and now I think you’re old enough to get your wish. But it ain’t completely free, you gotta give something in return.” “Huh?” I was blushing at being caught and confused about. His hand withdrew a bit–a punishment of sorts for my noise. I gripped the arms of my chair and with my lips closed tightly I shook my head.His hand resumed it’s travel up my thigh until I felt him petting my mound. I raised up just a bit; enough for him to slide my dress up to my waist and then I settled back down, spreading my legs wide for him.He slipped a finger, then two into my sopping pussy, smiling at how wet I already was. He scooped out some of my pussy juice and brought it to his.