.. Like, I wasn’t sure why he would lick his own parts, I had no idea that he was cleaning himself ... But I remember thinking about what it would b... like to lick my own parts ... Which is obviously impossible!” She laughs, then continues, “I sometimes think that’s part of the reason I become a lesbian ... I couldn’t lick my own parts, but I could lick another girl ... And I have!” She laughs again, and we’re not particularly sure that she’s serious about why she grew up gay, but we like her,. Soon we were in the graveyard across the street in the hedges. It became our go to spot. He would bring Playboys he had swiped from his dad and we would google at those tits, this was 1962 so no bush back thenOur boners pushed against our shorts as we looked at those tits. Soon we were talking ourselves into Doing It. It didn't take much convincing on either of our parts as getting to this point had been our unspoken goal. Those Playboys were just sort of a catalyst and an excuse to be behind. Steve sat next to Judy, and the two of them jumped right into a conversation leaving Wendy with Todd. Later Wendy found out that Judy had seen Steve at the club before and flirted with him hoping that he would hit on her. Wendy felt a little uneasy because first of all she was married, and second, Todd although quite handsome, was black.After a few minutes of a discussion, Wendy started to feel more at ease. Todd, she discovered was a nice man. Both he and Steve worked at an insurance company. Both were gone far too early. ‘No Mrs. Wickham or anyone special?’ ‘No. Not anymore. I was married. Very happily. She died last year. Cancer.’ ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. She died at the holidays? That must have been awful.’ ‘It was.’ Cherie reached out and took his hand, gave it a squeeze. ‘I am very sorry for you loss. I imagine she was special.’ Thomas smiled at the thought of Patti. ‘Yes, she was. Very.’ The pair of them talked some more, and then Cherie asked if he would mind.