It was always that dream. Every morning – that dream…or was it just a memory? God I loved fucking Jolene in the morning. The sun streaming in woul... light her hair on fire –a golden glow surrounding auburn tresses. Her hair would be flat here, full there, a riot of individuality…you knew Jolene by her hair, wild, free, exciting – take your breath away sexy, beautiful or controlled, pulled back intense…prowling. (She pulled it back into a tight bun once…that memory alone makes me tremble.) The. There was no lock on the door and after a few minutes he came in with no cloths on and sat on the toilet. He said he was dirty to and needed to get clean. As I was in the shower with the water running on my body and head sticking out from the sode of the curtain only holding the curtain to hide my nakedness. He asked me what I knew about sex and masturbation and I did not even know what masturbation meant, so he explained it to me. He asked if he was the first guy I ever saw naked and I. She jerked towards my hand, as I found her clit, it came to life under my touch. I rubbed and caressed, and she gripped me tighter. Her mouth left mine and moved to my chest, her tongue and lips roamed over me. She kissed my nipples, gently bit with her teeth. Then continuing on down, she paused to feel my hard corded stomach muscles.The hand holding my manhood lifted it to her lips, her tongue came out and tasted me. Then her lips opened wide, allowing her mouth to descend, engulfing me. Her. If any or all of you are interested in the members of this group of the opposite sex, I urge you to be very careful. Get to know each other even better first. Explore your friendship first. Develop that. If you do, and if it sticks, there’s always time to move it to a different level. But if you screw it up early, it’s probably gone for good.”She let that resonate for a while, inhaled and exhaled deeply, then said, “I really ... I just want to have friends like you. Friends I trust. Friends in.