For somereason Cindy Brady kept flashing through my mind whenever I looked intoa mirrorThe schoolwork itself was boring because I could do it in my sl...ep. Whatdid surprise me was how segregated the school seemed to be and it wasself-segregation. The boys stayed with the boys and I, as a girl, wasrelegated to playing with the girls, hop scotch, skipping, those sillyclapping games and a myriad of other equally inane stuff. It wasprobably the same when I was at that age the first time, but when. "What's the matter Taylor!" I yelled, with anger prominent in my voice, "You won't have sex with me, and now you're not even comfortable with me touching you!" "I'm sorry Jake, of course you can touch me," she replied while grabbing my hand and putting it back under her pyjamas. "I just freaked out because I wasn't even awake". "And what about the sex part?" I asked impatiently. "I told you, I want to get to know you better before we get that intimate," came the predictable response. I was. “So, what do you think? My friend Cindy says I kill in this outfit. Give me a real man’s opinion. Do you still prefer Julie’s body, or are you willing to spend the evening with little old me?” Anne grinned, challenging me to answer. I reached out and pulled her gently against my body while looking deeply into her eyes. “Who’s Julie?” I said playfully. I let my grin convey the message of how stunning she looked before adding, “No Julie tonight, young lady. She doesn’t exist. One-hundred percent. Jean and Harry had eighteen years of experience to guide them in their love making and were so attuned to each other that their climax arrived at the same moment. They both felt as if they had lifted gently from the launch pad and picked up speed by the second until they reached the apex of their orgasm and slowly descended back down to earth. When they landed, the fruits of their love making were slowly leaking from Jean?s tightly clasping cunt around her husband?s slowly shrinking love tool..