Half an hour, perhaps."By the end of the half-hour, Mirosa was well on the way to falling in love with her trainer and he knew a great deal more about...her, and about her hopes, fears and disappointments. It was clear that she'd entered into marriage with no idea of how to either please her husband or gain any satisfaction for herself. "You'd think," Bert commented later to the Major, "that by the twenty-first century, no-one could get to their late teens without a working knowledge of their. It used to make me wet down there always, my hands used to wander into my pussy and I used to gently feel and rub my pussy, imagining my fingers to be that of my brothers. Those days to access internet one had to visit a cybercafé and being a girl it was very difficult to search for sex sites and to learn things about sex, somehow managed to get a book on sex from one of my classmates(name I am forgetting) that book was good with lots of erotic stories and few dealing with incest stories too….. I said I was not a boy and she was old enough to be my daughter (that I did not have). She laughed and said that is OK sometimes she would open her legs and let men see her pussy. I asked her why she did this? Emma replied that she got excited and her pussy tingled when she could see the erections of their big cocks in their trousers. She had seen her 11 year old brother when he got out of the shower and seen his little cock and wanted to see a grown mans cock out of their trousers, would I. I was met in the hallway by Mrs Hamilton who ran the guest house with her husband and a little help from part time staff.“Och Lassie, you must be worn out after your journey. I’ll show you your room then I’ll get you a nice cup of tea.” My room on the first floor was one of only five guest rooms. It was simply but comfortably furnished with en-suite bathroom. It was clear that the en-suite was a recent modification made by taking a corner of the original room. At one time guests would have been.