”“Thank you,” said Rose nodding and turning away to conceal a small smile. She hadn’t considered that The Beast was the house’s cook as well...as its gardener. It was a little embarrassing to have overlooked something so obvious. Resolving to compliment him on his culinary skill at the next opportunity, she turned her attention to her list of difficult words as The Beast left the room.Dinner proved to be savoury pies followed by steamed pudding, and Rose had plenty of opportunity to make good her. Made the same request within a few moments of my stripping her - and she came quite quickly as a result. My friend L., for example, climaxes if, with only one finger gently stimulating her G-spot, I suck her nipples as hard as I can. It's the nipple sucking that does it for her - and I'm only too happy to oblige because they are lovely nipples. Trouble is, I can't see her facial expressions when she cums because I am bent over concentrating on her tits. Can't have everything, I suppose! . I did not say anything but Turtle replied, “She loved it.” “Didn’t you Betsy?” Turtle then asked.As I looked at him, I felt my pussy start to tingle and throb, I forced a smile to my face as I replied, “Yeah it was wonderful I guess.”I never told my dad or any adult what Turtle had done to me because I was ashamed that I had enjoyed it so much. I would not see Turtle again until later in my life as he did go into the army shortly after our picnic. The only person I did tell was Janet my best. And they asked a lot, usually on movie nights when they’d compare her to the actresses on the screen. They’d seen men fuck her on more than one occasion. Their father had loved to spank her and fuck her as they watched. So had his best friend. Her brother had often just shown up unannounced, fucked her, shared her with his friends and left. The boys knew their mother was a whore.But this was different. Those had been grown men. Dustin was their age. They went to school together. It seemed.