On the other side of the fence was a wide alley, then a lengthy series of loading dock doors."Well, let's go talk to them," suggested Junior."I don't ...now who they are," confessed Greg."If that isn't just like a big city ... no idea who your neighbors are," she said. "Well ... let's go find out."They walked out through the building to the yard and then back to Greg's Boat office. They turned right at the road and walked north along the street. The fence started immediately at the boundary. He smiled and reached out to take her hand saying, “I guess some things never change. Your grandmother had the same complaint about boys when we became intimate in college. Fortunately, I had been well trained by an older woman and showed her what good sex was. She liked it so much she married me!” Sara was wide eyed and Grandpa smiled even wider. He knew what she was thinking. “You don’t think that older people have ever had sex, do you? I thought that too at your age. Actually, your grandma. If he was short or light in stature they wondered if he was up to the task of breaking a virgin. If he was big and muscular would he be too big for her.... if it was her first time.So in the countryside young boys and girls were quickly initiated (visually) about the use of their sexual parts. However if you were a man... catching a glimpse of a woman's cunt was nearly as rare as hens teeth. For girls it was different especially if they had brothers or if they lived on a farm that had. He did not give her his hand on her bottom any more even though she was much enthused with his technique and wet her pantaloons just at the mere thought of a repeated performance. Then, he made a strange promise to her that if she gave birth under his care, he would treat the child as his own for as long as they stayed together. It was totally out of character for the fierce warrior to be in such a domestic mood.The close proximity to a shaft of such power to assuage her need for filling had.