I copied her date of birth and suddenly noted it was her birthday, she was 16, and hence the 'Sweet sixteen' factor, the coming of age thing, and I sm...led noting the vulnerability of her predicament, I could remember my own coming of age, and how my friends enticed my to have sex with my boyfriend, who became my husband, my smile faded as the thought came home.I put the folder back down on the shelve and made her comfortable, then I wondered if she had, like I had sex.The back door was closed. He broke the kiss, gave me a quizzical look, and broke into a grin as he gathered my bare buttocks into his hands. Moving one hand around to my damp pussy, he said wonderingly, ‘You did it.’ ‘I said I would.’ I could say no more as his finger slid into my slit. His other hand found my anus and probed it. My own hands were caressing his growing penis where it bulged through his suit pants. I had made a promise, in response to a fantasy of his, that I would wear no panties at the wedding. He. " He hesitated, "But you have to take a forfeit." "What kind of forfeit?" "Usually a stroke." "What kind of game is this!?" "I mean a golf stroke." "Is that a special kind of stroke?" I really didn't know--I wasn't being intentionally dim. "It means we count it as if you have hit the ball an extra time," he explained. "Ah. I see." "But, I suppose we might be able to devise other forfeits." "Like..." He took a step towards me. "Well..." he whispered, "After what the colonel was telling me this. I think now of what has changed with me. Wondering if I’ve really changed at all, and have you. Will you like my current girlfriend? I thought it was her I was rushing to meet. I’m sure you’d like her. She’s pretty and sweet and kind, funny. We met through a common friend, you know her, they work together. They were lovers but it didn’t last, their needs were not the same. Blushing now, knowing that you will ask and I will shake my head no. She’s not like that, not like you. For a long time I.