With my free hand, I took her tied up band of hair that was flopping around and gently gripped it. Donna continued to vary her speed and hand action o... my cock, expertly bringing towards to edge of climax. I couldn't tell how much time had passed as I was in another zone. Five minutes? Half an hour? My mind tried to make sense of the fact that woman I had just met for the first time was now coating my manhood with her saliva while rubbing her clit. But it was no use. I just went with it and let. Some say that it is for self confidence and maturity, I doubted that those ideals were likely to occur, not if my classmates of last year were any example. I knew that this experiment was likely to fail before I ever saw it the first time. This school had done it last year and all I heard was how much fun the guys had feeling up all the naked girls. I understood that there had even been a couple of rapes that had been artfully buried. I wasn't looking forward to seeing it in action. Naked boys. I think she only came to see whether the world approved of her antics; and I was the world. Perhaps she wanted to see if she could shock someone with her stories; there was no fucking chance of that happening, not with me.Helena was funny, she used to tell me stories of how she became a bi-sexual, loving the taste of women and loving the way her female partners treated her. I often thought that her tales were directed at me, some sort of conversion process in the making. I just used to sit and. Our home was near the smaller pond, about half a Km away, shielded with thick orchards and none of the farm laborers used to come near our home. The pond was meant for our sole use and the people who worked at our home.Shreya moved in next door when I was five years old. Being the only kid my age within 5 Km made it inevitable that we’d become playmates. She was a year elder to me. Did I mention that next door was still nearly a Km away, 1.2 to be exact? Our farm was 3 Kms down a dusty gravel.