The closer we got to Bethany’s fifteenth birthday the more often she would pass out and I would put her to bed. One of those times when I slipped my...finger in her pussy I didn’t find her hymen intact.A couple of days later after a few drinks I asked, “Bethany are you a virgin?”She laughed and said, “Sort of!”I said, “What do you mean by sort of?”Bethany said, “Well I think Jasmine’s brother Gerry fucked me after I passed out last weekend.”I said, “Well you don’t seem to concerned about. " Does he miss her? Then: going together up the stairs, kissing and feeling her, lifting her and carrying her to the bed. Sucking on each others' tongues, pulling down his pants, playing with his penis.She especially remembers playing with his penis. It was so different from her husband's, the only other one she'd known well. He would lie quietly and watch, while she caressed it, tickling his balls and his shaft, loving the way it contracted and moved under her hands. She would take the head in. That was all it took. I stood up and stripped. I thrust myself on to Sherry’s lap, a knee on either side of her hips, my hands on her shoulders. I pressed my body up against hers. I don’t know what overcame me. Sherry giggled as I pressed my lips to hers. I tried to ignore her giggle, but I couldn’t. I sat back and stared at her, as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” Sherry said between giggles. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “Nothing,” Sherry. I was occasionally inserting my fingers a little into her t-shirt collar. Her breathing became a little hard, and I could see her lovely tits going up and down, touching my thighs. I was so happy to know that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. It was very hard for me not to just put my hand inside her shirt and get a touch of her tits, but somehow, I controlled myself.I had decided to go very slow, and not waste the chance. I slid my hand through her shirt collar and caressed her naked.