"He doesn't read too good, he's no good at school." Oliver paused and stared at the chocolate chips in the cookies and gave a brief shrug. "Teachers s...id there was no point in him coming to school so he stopped going. I mean I don't mind school, it's a bit shit most of the time but some of the work's OK but he just hated it." So you blame this on the teachers?"Oliver shook his head. "No, I blame it on him. He was fine at home, he'd be the nice guy, always looking out for me." Oliver bit his. Then she asked "do you like doing that" and I said "yeah I guess I do", prompting her to ask " does the, uhhh you know gooey stuff taste good"? and I said "yeah I like it". Mom thought for a moment and said "I might steal a taste if you do it again" and we both started laughing when I said " it's very good for you, and it's chocked plumb full of Vitamins and protein". At about 6 pm, Ed called and mom handed me the phone and said "here he wants to talk to you" and handed me the phone. Ed said "I. Peter to tickle her clit by chatting a bit, hitting her vagina!She had not had sex with a man, since she'd left her then fiancé, caught, busy in bed with her 'best' girlfriend!She had lived like a lesbian ever since and actually shared an apartment with her fresh lover, new best friendShe needed a delicate approach, obviously. In modern terms, we would say nowadays: 'gender-free' fucking!She took her time getting hot, horny and wet, slowly her answers narrowed down to short smileys and "Yes"She. There was one particular guy she paid a lotof attention to, touching of the arms, the chest andwhispering into his ears. Then she asked me if I didmind if she had a dance with him. Of course I said,“No, go ahead.” Somehow it did excite me seeing herwith another man.I was watching them dance song after song , gettingcloser to each other with every song until she was inhis arms. When they returned to cool down sheintroduced him as Jim, a local guy. We chatted for awhile about nothing.