“What do you mean?”“You know, like experimenting. Messing around. He says that he might do some stuff with a friend of his the next time they ha...e a sleepover. Like touch each other and stuff.”Brian thought about this, and for some reason he felt a bit of heat in his young crotch. “Honestly,” said Brian, not worried about saying something like this to such an old friend, “I think that’s kind of cool. Two people making each other feel good without any strings or consequences or drama.”“Yeah,”. I finished my cup of tea, thanked her for the chat and prepared to leave. She smiled and said it was nothing and that she had enjoyed sharing her story with a nice man like me.As I left I bent to kiss her on the cheek but she instead insisted on kissing me full on the lips and poked her tongue into my mouth. I automatically responded and felt her grab at my crotch and give my cock a friendly squeeze so I squeezed one of her generous but surprisingly firm breasts to acknowledge that I had. Mostly outside knowing her father would never stand for us being unsupervised, I thought of so many things to do to show her I was grown but it never came out that way. She asked me over and playedhouse which we did regularly, she's the Mamma, I'm the Daddy. This time was different though she kissed meon the lips, not lingering at all but my reaction was instant none the less. She peered down and saw me in myaroused state, then she laughed and ran through the tall grass claiming I could never. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth wide.Her expression was one of total desire and satisfaction. Ofsheer abandonment and total ecstasy. Of…‘Andrea, are you listening to me?’Monique’s voice brought me back to the cafe. Mypanties were moist. I had to wipe off a bead of perspirationfrom my forehead. She held my hand. The touch of herdelicate, jewelled fingers did nothing to stop my heartfrom racing.‘Tell me’ I said, trying to look casual ‘Did you andRene ever have anal sex?’A coy, demure look.