"Hopped over to the deep end and dove in. Tommy right behind me. Too hard to kiss while treading mater, so I tugged him in the direction of the shallo... end.Ah. Feet on the bottom. Well, for a moment, anyway. I grabbed on to Tommy and swung my legs up and around his butt, his cock stiff now and pressing against me right where I thought it could do the most good. Tommy's hands on my bottom told me he thought so, too.The splash behind me told me we weren't alone. The smooth chocolate arms around. My mum soon initiated me into the secrets of womanhood which then consisted mainly of tying a strip of old sheet round your waist and between your legs and washing what Mother called my kitten regularly.Father was the manager of a pot bank at a local china factory in Stoke on Trent where we lived and mother ran a small grocery shop which we lived above. Father died of a heart attack at the breakfast table when I was 16. I was studying for my school certificate exams at the local all-girl. We all kind pause to hear, he said, “guys, this a fucking one in a life time opportunity, no matter what happens people will believe you guys fucked as well, so stopping being silly and join the fuck” they look at each other again like asking permission to each other. My friend told the 17 year old, “I bet your pussy is fucking wet let me see it?” She pulled her underwear is it was dripping wet. He went down on her and started taking her bra and panties down. The other one voluntarily took hers. I'm in here. But don't worry, you'll like her. She's fearless and intelligent.“Who is?”Just wait. She'll come. She'll make you happy again, my love. That's all I want.“Why do you keep me alive?” I asked, tears burning down my cheeks. “I could join you. A flick of my dagger, and then I would be happy with you.”Because you are needed.Her hand stroked down my chest to my kilt and passed beneath it to caress my cock. I groaned as her incorporeal hand stroked me. Tingles ran up my cock as her cold.