Helen grinned to herself as she recalled the memories, and brushed her greying hair back from her forehead.******She was nineteen years old back then,...and having the time of her life. The world was changing, and she’d relished the new-found freedoms. The doldrums after the War were becoming a thing of the past. Rationing of food had ended, rock and roll had arrived from America, and it was a good time to be young. She’d decided, much to her parents’ chagrin, to head off around The Med for a. Slowly his hand went up to her breast, kneading them, running his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped and her legs felt like butter. Her hands went to cover his and she tilted her face back. He could see the wanting in her eyes, but tonight he would see to it that she reached new heights before giving her release. His face slowly lowered as his tongue outlined her lips. Then he kissed her, gently this time, passion could wait a little longer. Her nipples grew instantly hard from his touch and. I didn't want to dwell on it, though, for disappointments like these were often the springboard for rocky times in a relationship. Stephanie busied herself with the household chores, leaving me to my own thoughts, and I reminded myself that she had indeed asked me whether she could go.Lunch was a quiet affair of potatoes and steak. Stephanie is a great cook, better than her mother and I put together, and the food was so tasty there were no leftovers for the night. I washed my mouth in the bed. It then hit me, I was the only girl at this party, everybody else there that I saw was a guy. I knew one guy there, and had gave him a handjob before in class, and I gave him a bit of a look. He wipped out his dick and started stroking it, then put it up to my mouth. I ripped off the sheets, and started sucking and stroking it, while looking him in the eyes. When I came up for air and looked around, I was suprised to see most of the guys now had their cocks out, stroking them. I said "wow guys.