"What did your father mean about boys, back there?" I asked.She smiled at me, looking as pretty as most young women do at that age. "Oh, I had a lot a...boy friends, lots a'swains mooning about." You did?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "You're kind of young." Uh huh, an' paw always thought we was doin' wrong out there." Were you?" I asked."Sometimes," she said, "one or two of the older boys showed me how to do it up in the loft and out behind a hayrick. It was fun, mostly." Wasn't there one you'd. I at that moment must admit, my fear and jealousy overtook my arousal. When he stood and turned to her he was rolling a black condom down his thick pole. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth curled at the sight. He was ready, and so was she. The only person not ready was me, and my glaring insignificance was all to apparent. I felt totally powerless, and raw with regret. He took hold of her ankle and sucked her toes roughly, teasingly, then as quickly as he'd moved all night he was on her. Between. Bringing me over my coffee, Sasha noticed my ring.“That’s a very pretty ring, Rick. Is it new?”“I just bought it yesterday,” I told her.Sasha leaned over to get a closer look allowing her boobs to push outwards from her chest. The cut of her fairly drab housedress showed some amount of cleavage. With Sasha bent over me the way she was, I was able to see under her dress to the tops of her boobs. As I admired what I could see, I was developing a chubby.“This is a fabulous ring. Maya, come see. And right here, right now, I couldn't think of anything more special. We drank our wine in silence. Not the awkward kind, the kind that made you think about what was happening right in front of you. It was divine. And when her hand started caressing mine I knew I must have her. We moved to the bedroom and I lay her down and kissed her. Our tongues making patterns inside our mouths. My hands fondled her firm breasts and I could feel them struggling to get out, like they were trapped in a cage. I.