We were laying against each other and when she started I did too, at first she stopped and I said what I can’t cum too. So then she started back up... and we both had an orgasm. Eventually they got louder and more intense, as we no longer saw the need for secrecy. One night Lori asked if she could touch me, I let her and was rocked by how sensitive it felt to have another person’s hand on my pussy. She slowly rubbed her hand up and down my pussy making me really wet, then she leaned in and. Deana lowered herself carefully to the child's level, making sureher skirts and pettis stayed neat as she said, "You're a bit young tobe by yourself, aren't you?" The girl was about eight or nine, Deana thought, and dressed inpetticoats of her own. Hers, though, lifted a dress that went clearto the ground. She had a neat bonnet, and a parasol, and looked likea miniature version of one of the characters from Gone With The Wind. "My mama is down the street, at a party. I have to stay. In other words, all the really important stuff.There was no way I was going to ask any questions in class, it was embarassing enough to just sit through the stuff as it was presented. They didn't make it sound like any fun at all. So, I thought I'd ask my brother, Nick, who had it three years ago but also was that much older and so must know more and maybe even 'done it' himself. Also, a few of my unanswered questions were about boys and he is one.So, I go to his room and knock."It's me, Nick.. The image did not disturb me. Once before I had met a woman who had a similar fetish. Just talking about cold steel touching her body would get her excited. She owned a pair of heavy, sharp sheers that she would have me use to cut away her clothes to get at her. The closer and more intimate the blades came to her body, the wetter she would become. I purchased a flip knife that would get her going if I dragged it over her skin. There was never any blood involved, just the feel and the potential.