"With help of some very close friends. That is where you are in luck," I said."Why?" she asked."In my case, my family lived on the West Coast. Here yo... have your family and friends who will help you through it all." Friends, who will be my friend after this?" she wanted to know."How about Mark," I said. "Do you know he slept on your front porch last night in his tux. Your mother found him when she got the newspaper this morning. He never went home."Knowing that her family and at least one of. Had to be. I couldn’t continue like this. Even with Mom’s best efforts, my dick began to wilt. I pushed her aside, swung my legs down, and raced to my bedroom.Mom followed me to my room wondering why I had run off so quickly. She didn’t bother to knock on my door, just walking right in.“Hec, what’s wrong? Did I hurt your cock? Want me to kiss and make it better?”“No,” I responded somewhat curtly.Lying on my bed, Mom joined me, lying on her side facing me with an arm across my chest.“Tell me. Cooke, she had her breakfast in her room. After breakfast Judge Cooke went into his study after telling us to be quiet . We went back to Sharons room and she continued to explain sex to me. I was excited to hear all of it. Soon the upstairs maid came in and told us she had to clean the room now, so we went downstairs. Becoming bored we decided to slide down the banister. My panties were already wet from listening to her describe how people fucked. Soon we were giggling as we slid down and then. We soon were rolling on the grass and she worked to get their hands under my coat and onto my ribs. My hands are flailing, both trying to get her to stop and to also tickle her. We were laughing so hard and before I realized it, Trish was on the bottom and I lay on top. As I rise up, my hand brushed against her side and landed on her breast. This was not my intention so I attempted to move it. Her fingers then found their way under my coat and into my ribs, my arms collapsed and my hand closed.