She played with the strings with her tongue before pushing down again, this time coming up just an inch short, feeling the head starting to work into ...er throat, then fell back again, coughing. Her tongue darted out to again play with the saliva hanging from her mouth, then leaned in to drag her tongue over each side of his shaft. His eyes were struggling to stay open, watching her tongue sliding on either side of his shaft, then her mouth pushing down again, this time successful in swallowing. Mary was the first to speak, “Where did you go and what happened to your face?”“Everyone was busy so I took a little trip and had to fight off two guys in a bar when I talked to the wrong girl. I didn’t know I was doing anything wrong until the beer bottle hit my head. I took him down and then dealt with his buddy and the pool cue he was carrying. I went and got a few stitches then met some girls at Two Flights Up last night. I kicked all four out before midnight when I turned into a pumpkin. My father had taken early retirement after a fortuitous win on the pools and spent his time either at golf, gardening or in DIY projects; when he wasn't involved in any of these he'd be curled up with a book. Very early on I had found that it was easier to talk to my father about my problems than to my mother, especially when I became aware of sex, mum would 'um' and 'ah' about the subject whereas dad would give a straight answer if he could, I soon found myself confiding my secrets in him and. We shared our most intimate thoughts and feelings. We discussed every thing including sex. She told me about her boyfriends and what she enjoyed having them do to her. She spent hours telling me all about the things that excited a girl as well as the things that turned a girl off. Of course, it never occurred to me at the time that she might have welcomed my touch. Once I reached my teens, going into Amber’s bedroom and closing the door was a big no-no where our parents’ were concerned. Things.