“Ya know, I think I actually believe that. I remember what guys were like back then and still are. The first guy I kissed 2 days later was telling h...s buddies I gave him a blowjob. I dumped him like a hot potato. The next guy I dated for maybe a month, the most we went was his hand under my shirt. He told his buddies after we broke up he popped my cherry. So yea, I believe it when she tells ya she only went so far, but the guys all say something different. Guys are such pigs!”“Hey, not all of. Now it is Donald’s turn to chuckle and says, “Let’s try, but we might need to go at a slower pace.”And so, side by side, Emma and Donald leisurely swim to the shore, and on to their blanket.Dried and now both lotioned they lay on their backs to enjoy the sun rays beaming down on them.After several minutes of peaceful silence between them, Emma commented, “Donald, the story you started about your life in the car Sunday, is there more you would like to tell me about it? What was it like living. The windows were washed, the floor was swept, the walls and furniture were dusted, the curtains were drying on a clothesline that hadn't been there yesterday and a large pot of water was heating on the stove."Are we done with work for the day?" I asked with a mouthful of sandwich. Aunt Marti's breasts peeped out of the halter-top with every movement of her arms."Yes, we are. The water on the stove is for us to bathe with. There's a washtub of water out back in the sun. It's been warming most of. I am a bit cold from getting soaked." I can see why. Although she was wearing spandex pants, she was only wearing a sports bra up top. Her shoulders were covered in goose bumps. Nothing dispels the afternoon heat like a cool summer rain. I took my shirt off, wrung it out and offered it to her. "I'm not sure if this will help too much, but it is that synthetic fabric that dries quickly."She smiled, "You are too kind." "I am just trying to be 'gentlemanly'".She stood up and put it on. When she.