"Come help me with this stuff," I said, trying to sound normal. She responded, but had the same sound in her voice. We got out the picnic supplies, an... faster than I imagined two people could walk, I led her to my happy place. We walked for about a half mile when I stepped between two bushes and onto another narrow path that would have been unnoticed if it wasn't being looked for. We walked for about ten more minutes and the bushes and tall grass gave way to a clearing. A tall tree stood. His mother had scores of them, all neatly stacked in a built in closet cabinet in the hallway of the one bedroom apartment his family lived in.He liked to play with the boxes of his mother's stockings, pretending he was a clerk in a department store like the one where she purchased her nylons from. He loved the way the stockings were so carefully packaged inside the box which helped him to understand how fragile and delicate the stockings were. He was mesmerized by the diaphanous tissue paper. He'd gotten dads cock, which adds to the mystery. I know my mom sure loved that cock. Let me count the ways.I learned about blow jobs, sixty nine, doggie style, lubricants and most of the Karma Sutra from mom and dad. I knew what they all were before I even knew what the words were.I don't know what my parents thought of me. They might not have known about what their darling daughter was up to. After all, most guys don't talk about whose the girl in their class most likely to give you some with. She looked great, sexy, ‘This is going to be a great weekend.’ Hannah smiled, ‘I’ve never been in a boat on the ocean before.’ ‘You’ll love it.’ As they boarded the boat one of the men handed each of them a small sticky thing, ‘You should put this on your body someplace.’ Hannah asked, ‘What’s it for?’ John laughed, ‘Seasickness silly.’ They each put it on their shoulders beneath their tops. The man said, ‘It takes several hours before it starts to work, but you’ll be OK.’ Both Hannah and John.