As soon as Carol heard those sounds she understood."Jonathan! No!" Her voice was a horrified whisper.Silence."Jonathan! Let me go! Please!"She started...to twist uncomfortably on the chair as she fought to control her bladder."Noooo...please... Jonathan! I...I can't wait!"She struggled silently for almost five more minutes. Then she let out a long moan of despair and mortification—"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." And I saw, then heard, a golden stream trickling from between her legs and making a faint metallic. One of the things she was curious about was “french-kiss”. She was not sure what it was and she extracted a promise from me to show her if we ever met. She was also curious about oral sex.She came around 1 pm. She had refused to share her picture so it was the first time I was seeing her. She wore an elegant but simple cotton sari. Her face was pleasant with nice even teeth, charming in simplicity. Wheatish colour. . We talked for a few minutes in the lobby, but the lobby was very busy and she. Yes, I was invited but, well, we were celebrating our birthday together with Mom and Dad later, going out to dinner and such, so I decided to pass on the afternoon party. So, I went over to some friends and we kicked a ball around most of the afternoon.There were some differences between us, of course, not meaning that I'm a guy and she's a girl. But, in regard to that, she's had more of a social life that I had, I've had a few dates here and there, nothing ever serious but my sister had dated. She just shook her head."Well when we, how should I put it, have intercourse, you know what intercourse is?" Yes. It's when you fuck!" Denis almost choked when he heard his own words."Yes. Well lets call it that then. When your dad and I fuck, hm, I love to be on top of him so I can... grind my clitoris on his pubic bone." Clitoris?"Again both children seemed to be at loss."Don't you know anything? I thought you said that they taught you that at school." I never went to the sex-ed class,.