. hanh... how I lost... hanh... you know..."Did the bicycle teach her how to move, too? I wanted to ask that but didn't. I was sure that she'd had mor... than a bicycle seat fucking her hairy pussy and I must admit I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't been her first and that she wasn't the 'nice girl' she pretended to be. And the fact that I'd felt guilty about fucking her was beginning to add anger to my emotional load.I rolled off of her limp body and the sight of her naked body lying there. I let go of all worries, all concerns, and in my wild and joyful abandoment, I reached forward, and laid two heavy hands on her shoulders.Now she looked up. Her confidence gone in an instant, her once sultry eyes now wide and frightened, she stared at me for a moment, holding her breathe. "You are a very pretty girl." I broke the silence, keeping one heavy hand on her shoulder, and running a finger down the side of her face with her other. Ahhh, her skin was a cool silken cream. It seams this. Pete took me all over the country to railway sites of interest and when he wasn’t doing that we were in his shed playing with his model railway. All good clean fun! One summers day in the shed, quite casually, Pete asked if I had started wanking. I don’t know what I replied, but I was immediately suspicious of an adult asking about a taboo subject. He must have sensed my unease for he went on to say what a natural thing it was for a boy to do and that he and most men indulged in it. Quite a bit. I was shocked, what had happened in just a fraction after spending those intimate moments. I went to the washroom. I said, “It’s okay Jaita It happens. Let’s forget everything and let’s have dinner.”She replied, “No I can’t, you leave now. I said I will wait at the dinner table. You should come.” I went out and got ready and was waiting for her. I knew she will come and waiting hours continues. Then she came and wow she was looking so hot in red saree. That saree has again made my dick hard.We.