I followed Pam through a barely lit empty garage. At the rear was a closed plank door painted the same institutional green as the walls and a flight o... concrete stairs leading above our heads. At the top of the stairs were two more closed doors, one each side. A steeper, narrower set of stairs lead up again. My mind was full of d**g den scenes from all the movies I’d ever seen. My uncertainty must of shown. Pam turned back to me. ‘These people are friends. Do as they do. Enjoy yourself.’ I. Jean-Luc put his chin on the top of my head. "Beautiful aren't they?" Absolutely," I said.A thought occurred to me. "Is this why people like porn?" Hell no," Jean-Luc said. "This is nothing like porn." Oh." You've never seen porn? Even soft porn?" Ah, no." Oh, little girl. The things I could educate you on." Yes, please." Be careful what you wish for."I guess porn was more... edgy? Dirty? Scripted? I didn't know. But maybe one day it would be interesting to know the difference.Evan took. Eventually, i asked Erica to let me see her pussy. After a few days of gentle prodding, Erica showed me her pussy but she told me in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't masturbate or let me touch it. Oh, god, Erica's pussy was gorgeous. Soft like the rest of her and with a neatly trimmed thick furry bush of blonde pussy hair above her cunt lips. What the boys at school would give to see what i was looking at.Phase III – Talking DirtyNow that Erica was thinking dirty thoughts and seeing dirty. I set my shovel against the fence, my 43 year old body a bit sore from the manual labor. I’m not in the best shape for a guy my age, but I’m not that bad either. I still seem to catch the eye of women with my short cropped grey hair and my goatee. I asked Abby if she would mind if I went along with her on her dog walk as Alex seemed to want to go and certainly I would love to get to know my neighbor a better! Abby agreed and we set off down the street, talking of weather and the neighborhood.