The very thought of that made me shudder in total mortification.At that time in my life, when I was almost 18, I could boast of having been given it g...od and hard in the back seat of my stupid boyfriend's car. It was a strange place to lose your cherry, but less strange than taking it bent over the principal's desk in a bid for "extra credit".Those were my only two experiences with actual cocks taking up residence inside my almost brand-new pussy, but I had already become a fairly accomplished. I gave a start of surprise and she became embarrassed, giving me a self-conscious smile. ‘Chelsea,’ she began. ‘If I ask you something and assure you that I in no way mean it in a judgmental, old lady way – despite how it might come across – well, will you believe me that I’m not trying to offend you?’ ‘You’re not an old lady, Moira,’ I said with a grin. ‘What do you want to ask?’ I watched her curiously as she struggled to find the words. ‘Why does Joe still live here, with you and Ben?’ she. . ! Who did that?" an angry little voice demanded. Turning around in her seat her beautiful little brown eyes glared defiantly into mine."Did you pull my hair," she asked, obviously accustomed to getting an answer when she asked a question."Why would I want to pull your hair?" I said, smiling mischievously."I know you did it!" she said. "How would you like it if I pulled your hair?" she asked."Why, do you like to pull boy's hair?" I teased."No... , my mother told me, I should be nice to. Joe and Marie were not still in love with each other but still felt for each other more to the point where they felt comfortable with each other but they found that they no longer had conversations but they spoke to one other when necessary. There was no nastiness, just indifference.Lovemaking was irregular and was virtually reserved for birthdays and their wedding anniversary. The way they were was compounded by Joe spending a lot of extra time at work and having to travel interstate quite.