Lars and Bettina told me that several of your aunts, your Uncle Friederich, and most of their kids will be stopping by to see you while you are there....You will be so busy with your cousins you won't even know I am gone." I-I don't wanna," I sobbed, my nose running and tears streaming down my face to soak into daddy's shirt.He reached onto the table and grabbed a couple of napkins, handing me one and drying my tears with the other. A look, half "Ah ha! An idea!" kind of look and half "I really. Eventually, I would return the borrowed "pretties" to the hamper and assume my Aunt never noticed the few times I left a stain. Many a night, alone in my bedroom, I used the pictures to relive the experiences, gently masturbating myself to sleep. I was discovered one Saturday morning, just after my fifteenth birthday, when I thought Karen (by this age I called her by name), was out grocery shopping. I had hurried to her hamper, picked out a pair of powder blue, nylon panties and rushed up the. Finally, I broke the silence, "Speaking about 'getting started' reminds me that you never had a chance to 'finish'. You must be feeling a bit frustrated. I know I would be." No. It's all right. Besides, once I get up... I'm up!" It's not even 8:30. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to go back to bed."Susan replied sarcastically, "Oh sure! I finish my business—while you sit quietly on the porch and listen to the whole thing!?"I said calmly, "Yeah. I'd like to hear you come." Ewww. No way! Sounds. . She finally caught us …And just gave a slight smile..I just happened to approach her and asked basics about which class…Section and…All…And then i thought of trying my luck…I just asked her if i can have a casual walk in d lawn behind the place where the party was going on and she just smiled and told…Ok no problem…And we started talking about general stuff…And i started asking her about her experiences…She was my senior and was telling me what all had happened in her previous years fresher’s.