She fished the messages out again and had a second look. Tugging on a loose curl she studied them. The butcher’s wife wanted her help for one of her... daughters, the girl was coughing again. That should be no problem. Next was a tiny slip of paper telling her the merchant was leaving town for a few weeks. Since he was the one who wrote the messages for most of the village, she frowned. In the past it had never been a problem as old Duncan had been able to write as well, but Duncan was dead. Damn. The look she had on her face was a sly one; she told me that I could sit on the bed with her. I did, she told me to get comfortable and to relax I took off my jeans and shirt and got under the sheets with her. She put her head on my chest and put her leg on mine. I could feel the heat and wetness from her hot pussy on my leg. We talked about how there was nothing on television to watch, we left the tube on an info commercial that was trying to sell some type of towel.She began to feel on my. "You're just learning how good sex feels, Kyle, this is why millions and millions of people do this. It's just wonderful." Oh, it sure is. I'm so glad you let me do this, I'm so happy." I am, too, I think we might just be doing this a lot, you and me." I hope so, I hope we can do it a lot." We can do this as much as you want. I like sex, too, you know and it's something that I haven't been getting much of these days. So, I think this will be making us both happy." Can I sleep in here with you?". I rubbed my face tiredly and got ready for class. I already knew it would be just like every other day like it has been since that day a couple weeks back. People would glare, make snide remarks towards my sexuality that didn’t even exist, and scoff at me while I worked. It’s a good thing Tom is never around me in public because I don’t need him to hear about me being a ‘dyke’ or have someone come up to him and warn him that I might infect his future girlfriends. As I walking outside, heading.