It was during the football season that I started paying a little more attention to the locker room talk. We didn’t live close to anybody like the ot...er guys. They all lived in the city and saw girls all the time. I would hear talk like: “Man, does Ginny down the street have nice boobies”. This along with other statements always made me feel out of place. I would just sit back and listen and try to imagine what they were talking about. I didn’t have anything to look at except, you know who,. She's alive again. My best friend is alive again. I can see it in her eyes, I can feel it in her vibe."I know I did the right thing, there is no doubt in my mind. Even though it was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. Then with a shallow chuckle, "Just that feeling of having no regrets makes me wonder if mom may have been right all along - all I ever wanted was for you to stuff my pussy."She looked at him with some tears forming in melancholy eyes, but she was smiling. He could. If anyone had been awake to see her she would not have cared as she ran to where she knew she would find Jim. She turned off the main road onto the wagon trail. Tall grass slapped at her ankles. Sweat soaked the dress as she neared the oak tree, their trysting place before they were married. Truth be told, half the ladies in the township had lost their virginity under that ancient oak, and God only knew how many Choctaw women had done the same before the English came. Still, it was THEIR place. I forced in a second finger myself and was amazed at how much more feeling I had and I started to move it faster too. I felt my belly flipping over and my head getting light and I guess I let out a moan because my mother said."Yes baby let yourself go!I tried and at the time I thought I had cum, but I was later to learn that I had not, perhaps I was to young, but over the next few months whenever we were alone my mother and I would get together, naked and we would practice what she told me was.