Before she knew it, it was getting dark. (She guessed that she had been in the trees for at least 3 hours, talking, laughing, and picking the occasion...l apple just to munch on.) He insisted on inviting her for dinner (which his kind and cheery mother cooked) and she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. After dinner, the family sat around a small rug in the living room of the orchard’s main house and told Tricia jokes, funny stories, and family history trivia. Tricia never had the urge to leave. She moves her hands off, staring up at him she unbuckles his belt and fly. She needs to get closer, to see him, touch him and taste him. To see him. Touch him. Taste him. She kneels down in front of him. She’s not thinking of how forward she is being. She is operating on instinct. Slowly she unzips him and reaches her hand inside. She bites her lip, her fingers brush against his silky hardness for the first time. It feels so soft, yet so hard. He pulses against her hand. She wraps her fingers. Standing behind the girl he drank in the expanse of smooth, shapely white legs. He wondered who she was. He looked at the school blazer but there was no sign from behind to indicate which school. The cut of the cloth identified quality.He knew that young people travelling alone were often directed into the 1st class queue to speed and ease their passage. Once aboard he would have to search the plane to find where she was sitting.She could be joining her parents working in Tanzania, or she could. On Easter weekend, I decided to take the train to the town where Frau Rach had moved to with her two daughters. I had often dreamed about her and my many intimate encounters with her and always thought about her when I was getting laid by the neighbor lady. I was curious and horny when the train arrived at the station late afternoon, and sure enough, she was standing on the platform waiting for me.She was tall and beautiful with a skirt shorter than women of her age were wearing in those years..