We had an U-shaped sofa so she sat to my right. The way she was sitting on the pillow I had a clear view of her tits just hanging out lightly veiled a...few feet away. I was getting so aroused looking at them. Her nipples were huge and pointing out of the blouse from the fan blowing on her. Every outline and contour of her breast and nipples were wrapped by see through fabric. The breeze from the fan was pressing the fabric to her boobs the whole time which was really fun to look at.I got up. I had to ask the real young ones. "How old are you? You know that you need to be Sixteen to legally have sex and eighteen to appear in a porno film. Do you have a birth certificate?” I know a few of them are younger than what the sheet of paper says. “Have you had sex? Do you like getting fucked?" If they answer yes, I ask, "What kind of sex? Was it with a boy or a girl? Have you ever had an orgasm while having sex?"I would then probe deeper and ask if it had been with more than one person. If. Fortunately everyone laughed as if I’d made a joke, though I couldn’t see what was funny. It did suggest though what they might have been talking about and I put it out of my mind. Get laidI think I heard this is American films first, probably the Russ Meyer films I went to see in the 80s. They were an important part of me beginning to realise what things were about, or at least the very start of that process. I still didn’t relate ‘getting laid’ with anything to do with sex, I knew people. ...I say my goodbyes to mum and dad, join Sarah in the Corsa, she is equally smartly dressed. "Haaay.....looking good" sarah remarks on my look, she sounds upbeat, excited. "You too, did he buy it ok?" Referring to Mike Her expression changes just for a second, a twinge of guilt? "Yep, no worries" kicking myself for reminding her I quickly change the subject and describe what I'm wearing underneath, she approves and tells me no, she doesn't think it's too tarty, for a first date, with her best.