I could see some hesitation in her eyes. When I handed her a five, her mood quickly changed. This time, she seemed more than willing to fill my hands ...ith corn.I timed my throws in coordination with hers. When she threw out the corn, the ducks would go running in that direction. I would then throw my corn so that it landed close to the lame duck. The other ducks would rush in and almost knock him over, but he was still able to get some corn.The old woman smiled at me and I noticed that she was. My body responded to an unfathomable desire.When she lifted her right leg over my left shoulder to give me better access to her vulva I nearly fainted. Looking up at her, I grabbed her raised leg with my left hand and with my other hand touched her pussy.“For God’s sake, Natasha, lick my fucking cunt.”But the stern voice of decades of indoctrination shouted back: “It is a dirty deadly sin. Don’t do it.” Mother’s soft shameful warning about my unmentionables stopped me in my tracks and dried my. That she had called a few minutes before to tell me to look under my pillow carried so many messages. Chief among those was, 'Let's play, Billy.'We'd recently given ourselves permission to be more honest and open about our sexual feelings for each other and, at the same time, admitting our fears, had agreed not to have sex. 'God, what does that mean?' I wondered. 'Not having sex.' Just what is 'not having sex' anyway? By my lights, we'd 'had sex' several times. Oh, we hadn't done the dirty. Brom was the perfect foil for the wiley Katrina, willing to do anything she wanted, and she knew it. During their weekly trips to the outskirts of the Van Tassel holdings, they would spread out a blanket and Katrina fed Brom his lunch interspersed with a few kisses. Brom, of course, would get excited and take some liberties, starting with hefting Katrina's ample busom. His large, strong hands would caress Katrina through her clothes, eventually getting her to expose her chest. Brom kissed her.