I thought of calling Wesley, but he didn't live anywhere near. We had talked over the summer, texted, e-mailed, and so on. In some ways I felt closer ...o him than I did to Eric. But the latter was, at least officially, my boyfriend. I felt I owed him something, if no more than a final meeting. But...Then I did hear from Eric. He asked me out, not to a party, and things were ... nice. We didn't hop into bed, we were remarkably celibate. I say "remarkably" because of what we had done when we'd. His foreskin had a lovely, soft texture and I ran my tongue around the rim of his knob before penetrating his uterus with the tip of it. I could tell he loved it. Man, I had that black guy sailing, believe me.We hardly blinked or broke rhythm as the door to the Gents opened and a couple more guys came in. We continued our performance unabated while they watched. It was all the more exciting when they stood, one either side, and began wanking over us.I could feel the guy's crisis fast. She sighed contentedly. We sat quietly while my mind continued to whirl with half-formed thoughts and questions. Eventually she started to speak."The drug that Steve gave me means that I can't remember that night properly. I get flashbacks and feelings, but I've long-since lost the ability to distinguish between actual memories and memories of memories. You think that you raped me? Well, perhaps in the eyes of a court you did, but I will never press charges against the person who's loved me for. I knew it was natural because I had never been taught anything other than anatomy, but I could not stop thinking about penises, testes, pussies, and titties. I started touching myself not long after that, and at 14 I started to get really adventurous.”“Sounds like us!” I said.Kathy chuckled lightly, as the fingers of her left hand slowing stroked the pink flesh in between the shaven folds of her pussy, and her right hand massaged her breasts. “Yes it certainly seems this is a juicy age to start.