” I didn’t know what to say,so I just sat there looking from Carol to Toby, who waslicking his still half hard cock.I wasn’t sure ab...ut Uncle Ron, but I was sure that whatmy sister had just done with Toby looked interesting andshe’d obviously liked it, so I asked, “Do you think hecan do it again right now, or do we have to wait?” Iwasn’t sure what I was feeling, but I knew I wascurious, “If I’m going camping you guys, I don’t want tobe. I liked the word 'skirt.'She began to sit with me most lunchtimes and we were soon chatting in a normal sort of way. I was eighteen and she was seventeen. It only took her two weeks to introduce herself. Her name was Caroline. I was a brash bold sort of person and in those days. The usual thing to do was ask a girl if she would like to go to the cinema.The classic film Gone With The Wind was on at the Odean. To my surprise, she readily accepted my invitation. We sat in the back row, munching. It was as she was throwing away the coffee grounds that an idea came to her, a simple yet nice surprise for him, but she would need to wait before putting the idea into action. It was late afternoon when she emerged from the bath tub, her skin soft and sensuous, her legs and her sex nicely shaved. As the last of the scented water drained from the bath tub, her mind kept flashing back to the previous summer, to that particular lengthy weekend… Remaining fully nude and enjoying the associated. I took the cup from her hand, avoiding her eyes and started seeping the tea. She was smiling at me. “Are you afraid of me?” she asked. “Don't be, I won't eat you.”Finally I decided to get control of myself and speak. “Tea is nice,” I mumbled and she started laughing out aloud. It was a laughter like that of a kid, open and uninhibited. I felt relaxed and I smiled a bit too. We talked for a long time and it was mostly me answering her questions like a student answers his teacher. “You are a.