“Why don’t you go sit on the sofa, and I’ll get us acouple of Cokes, that is… unless you would like a beer?”“Um, yeah,” I said, trying t... sound mature “… a beer is fine.” I justhoped that maa wouldn’t smell it on me when she came home.“Okay”, Sarita smiled. “You go on inside, and I’ll be back in a minute.”It didn’t take long for Sarita to join me on the sofa. She put two beers downon the coffee table, and we each took one for a sip.“You spend a lot of time hanging around here. Don’t you have a. He slammed on the brakes but it was too late.BANG!!!!"SONOFABITCH," bellowed Kevin. Kevin looked over the hood of his truck at the back of an old Caddy. He realized that he had lingered on Mary's exquisite body too long and hadn't been paying attention to the road. The collision had been hard but it didn't appear to be too serious. Thankfully, they were wearing their seat belts. Kevin looked at Mary and said, "Are you OK, Mary?"Mary nodded with a slightly whiter complexion. Before she could say. She gave me the keys and I drove out the driveway and turned down the country lane where the old farm was situated. Then, I parked behind the barn and returned to the house on foot. I was able to sneak in the front door and up the stairs to my room.Mae's room was across the hall from mine. I knew if I hid under my desk and with the help of a toy periscope I would get a good view of the goings-on in there. I sat and waited.After about twenty minutes I heard Mae complaining to Dora that she did. I sat on the bed, ready for it.Then he started explaining me the position.-this is called the cat or the coital alignment technique.This causes strong clitoral stimulation…even better than missionary position, which we had last night…-Sounds interesting. He kept talking.-…the cat is like missionary position except I have to position myself farther upwards and to one side. My chest will be around your shoulders.Okay, now lay here, and bend your legs about 45 degrees upwards so your hip is lifted.