He taught me about physical love. You weren't my first." You never said I was," he said, suddenly. He was blinking rapidly. "I mean I knew you were my...first, but I also knew I wasn't your first." You were my second," said Beth. "My first was ... my Uncle Bob."There. She'd said it. It was out there, for better or worse. All she could hope for was that it would be better."Uncle Bob," said Tom. He knew the man well. They'd hunted deer together ... brewed beer together ... gone fishing. Her glassy blue eyes stared down at her tits and massaging fingers. It was almost as if she were watching someone else fondle her creamy tit mounds. She squeezed them and moaned, her thighs clapping tightly together, the squishy cream of her pussy soaking the crotch of her panties. With one hand still caressing and massaging her plump tits, Missy moved her other hand to her pink bikini bottoms. Teasing herself, she slipped her hand into her panties and played with the soft silky hair of her. The pain had revealed them for a moment. It was a girl! Charles couldn't make her out but he knew it was a girl because she was naked. It made him wonder who she was. It distracted him for a moment. That was a mistake.Clyde recovered quickly. The pain that had washed over him abated within seconds. As he did recover, Clyde stepped out from behind the podium. He walked to the edge of the stage and stared out in the direction of Charles. Raising his hand to shield his eyes from the light, he. Quite short. But well-trained body. Grams sexual experience until 5 years before this story: He never had a girlfriend. And he only had sex few times. First time at seventeen with a 15 year older lady. Then totally about 20 times in connections to some parties. That was all. And never had sex with teenagers, and never with any really sexy. Leah and Nea, both 53 when this story starts. Both these two women having various temporary jobs. Working extra at several places when those places needs it..