I used to lock myself in the bathroom for hours on end with magazines of pretty women and think about seeing them naked. I don’t think that I knew t...o much about sex to fantasize anything further than that. And these were regular magazines, mind you, because at that time I had no access to Playboy or other stuff like that. I was around 18 or 19 when I borrowed a Forum Letters book from one of my friends. The book was a revelation. I still now remember the one story about the mother teaching her. Busted! Before I embarrassed myself further, she excused herself and made her way to the nearby Ladies’. I considered leaving, but felt that was too rude—and cowardly.Megan returned shortly, excuse the pun, looking freshly coiffed and more casual. Though her top button was still closed, the next two were open and her top kept billowing open with her frequent twists. I couldn’t help noticing first her hard nipples sliding along her top then her fully exposed, braless, right tit. With my eyes. “Just cleaning you up.” I returned the washcloths to her bathroom sink, and when I got back, she was still spread out, waiting. I leaned on my elbows, spread her cunt flaps out and began lapping on her slowly. She let out a gasp but didn’t move while I explored. I curled the tip of my tongue into her slit and she drew her knees up. I pushed them out wider and sucked some of her juice into my mouth. Not too bad. I clenched my fingers on her flaps to keep her still while I brushed my tongue. ..what do I call you now?" she asked, ignoring what I had saidabout cooperating."Kathy" Kathy, that's a nice name. I like it. It suits you." Then she changedsubjects without warning. "Robbie told me that he would never leave me!He said that we would be together forever, and that he loved me!" Yeah, maybe," I said with a sneer, "but he's out there, and you're inhere taking the rap for him! How stupid can you get Claire?! He knowsthat he faces the death sentence, so why would he give himself up?.