He resumed his silence and we walked on until heturned towards me again. "There is nothing to forgive, I so much enjoyedthat moment, I wish it could h...ve continued, I think you are beautifuland I know that I want to get to know you even better. I know its a lotto ask but perhaps you might visit me for a short stay some time in thefuture, I'd love to take you to dinner and the theatre."It took me a few seconds to process his words and to reply. "Violet thatis so kind of you and yes I'd love to. But he was different, more adventurous and more demanding. He wanted me to make love back to him.I was generally willing, or willing to be persuaded. Putting my mouth on his penis took some getting used to at first, but I didn't mind trying the positions. I like change. I didn't want Jeff to lick me at first, either. I mean nobody but a doctor and my mother had ever looked at me down there -- even I couldn't see it very well. So I was reluctant up to the first time Jeff actually got his tongue. Whenever we went swimming, she insisted on wearing her old bikini that was too small for her budding tits, allowing me a better look at her growing cleavage and perky nipples. Oftentimes she bunched up the bottoms to make it look like a thong and walk around shaking it around me. She drove me insane and she knew it. I remember one day very vividly when I came inside after mowing the lawn and she was sitting on the couch in nothing but a skimpy white bra and a pair of green and blue polka-dot. "Sweetheart, can you go to your bedroom and lock the door?" "I'm already alone in my bedroom and the door's already locked too. I have your pictures propped up on the night stand and my pussy is leaking worse than my breasts. I cheated. I started getting ready as soon as you said that you think you're ready to meet me. I couldn't help myself. If you're not quick, I'm going to make my mess without you." "I'm hurrying." Fortunately I'd been busy since the word "idiot" had popped.