’ ‘Have you ever thought about it?’ There was another pause. She was supposed to tell the truth or the agreement was breached. That was provided...in the agreement she signed. ‘Yes, I have thought about it.’ ‘When?’ ‘I don’t know. Various times.’ ‘Do you ever pick your clothes to look sexy?’ ‘Not in a long time.’ ‘When is the last time you were in a bathing suit?’ ‘Over five years ago.’ ‘Were you a virgin when you got married?’ ‘No.’ ‘Do you masturbate?’ ‘No.’ ‘How long have you been married?’. It was the summer of 1962 and school was out . My parents both worked so a 'baby sitter ' was retained by my Dad to watch over me while they worked from one in the afternoon till ten each weekday. We lived in western North Carolina at lake James. I could take a well worn path through the woods and be fishing in ten minutes. I always had a passion for the lake and fishing. I was hitting puberty early-- my voice already changing—my balls dropping and young cock expanding. I was always full. ‘Tell you what,’ the Canadian chirped, not giving Daniel’s mind time to settle. ‘Why don’t we forget the cards? You call, and the first one to complete a hundred press-ups takes the hand. What d’you think?’ It was impossible not to join in with Smith’s laughter. The tubby Canadian looked as if he couldn’t do five press-ups, let alone a hundred. ‘Don’t let this exterior fool ya,’ Smith continued. ‘Inside, there’s the body of an athlete, just raring to go.’ Daniel grinned back at his smiling. Ricky had missed his bus, so I offered him ride home. I was still feeling naughty and my Navigator was high enough that people in smaller vehicles (almost everything on the road — that thing was huge) couldn't see our laps. So I unzipped my skirt slits again, this time with my panties tucked away in my purse. Ricky flipped the front panel to the side to expose my sex to the sunlight and pawed at my thigh as I drove. At a stoplight, he reached over my leg and slipped a finger into my slit. I.