She pushed a chair out with her foot and told me to sit. ‘Would you mind?’ She set her bare foot in my lap again. ‘No, I wouldn’t mind at all...’ I smiled as I began to massage her soft foot again, tickling playfully occasionally. Her deep breathing was broken by fits of laughter every time I tickled her sexy little feet. I had lean forward as my hands climbed further up her leg as I massaged. When I reached the spot where her dress ended, I stopped and my hands slid down her leg, caressing her. "I don't know... I guess maybe it just wasn't what I'd been expecting. Maybe I expected too much."A puzzled expression filled Sue's face."How do you mean? I thought it was pretty wild."Ben nodded slowly."Yes, it was wild... I don't know. I sort of figured wife-swapping meant just exactly that; you know, you take off with him to one bedroom and I make it with her. Janice and Don don't seem to look at it that way; I'm supposed to ball him while she balls you. It just wasn't what I figured."Sue. It had never happened with her boyfriend before while petting. They had always stopped to toy around before Irene reached that point.The three continued to kiss and caress while Irene was stroking the dick of her boyfriend with her hands. Then he was overwhelmed by his sexual needs caused by her milking his dick. He , moved between Irenes open legs and seconds later one more virgin was history.Irene remembers, that popping her cherry didn’t hurt much but the penetration and fucking didn’t give. Two of my favorite authors were going to die this summer, a month apart. William Faulkner would die on July the seventh, and Herman Hesse a month later on August ninth. Steppenwolf, the Hesse novel that would have a huge impact on me wasn't going to even be published until next year.Carrie was the one that this information would convince, and she would convince the others. I would have to start small.I let Mom and Dad know at dinner that night."Carrie was here today. She's noticed I'm acting.