I mean I was curious. Who isn’t? I even used to secretly watch porn to learn what it was all about. But to really do that with an actual boy? No way...”She shook her head, then took a drink.“So, there was this guy I was dating... call him Whats-his-name. We’d been going out for probably three months. I wasn’t a total prude. I mean, I let him touch my boobs. I even let him finger me a couple of times. But whenever it came time to go further, I’d tell him I wasn’t ready and stop everything. He took. I considered whether or not I wanted my hair done.Nah, it would be a waste when I shampooed Monday morning, but maybe amanicure. I looked at my sandal-clad feet, a manicure *and* pedicure,that’s the ticket! I saw Tommy returning with two big cookies andcoffee for me and soda for him.“I’m going to get a pedicure,” I told him.“Cool, I’d like to see that,” he responded.I always found it difficult to believe that Tommy had been married forsix years. . He was like a greatstallion in breeding season, powerful, and deep, andShelia loved all of it, the sound, scent, and warmth ofhim.As her impending explosion of personality approachedshe became somewhat delirious pathetically begging himto fuck her harder, faster. Screaming that she lovedhim only and would always be his now.To say she thundered through the end of orgasm would beputting it mildly, she nearly passed out with theintensity of her release. Her convulsions literallysucked the sperm. "Gretchen squeezed her hand and started to pull her in the direction of the door to the interior. "Pretty much. Would you like to get the full tour to help you decide?" Sure thing."Gretchen let go of Nina's hand, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, then gave her a little hug. "Let's go," she said.Nina thought the gesture was a little overly friendly, especially since she could feel Gretchen's breast rubbing against her arm. She didn't say anything, or try to pull away, not wanting to.