“Would you like to stroke my pussy?” she whispered after draining the glass. “It’s quite safe; Ned won’t be home for hours.” I froze in my...seat, unable to speak or move.“Here, let me help you.” She reached across and took my hand, placing it onto her swollen mound. “When you have stroked it a few times, you will find it will become quite wet with my love juices. That means it is safe to push your finger inside.”Once again, I silently followed her instructions. She rocked her head back slightly. We didn't do anything special, just hung out, but Tom Kern and I struck up a pretty good friendship. Man-o-man, it will sure be good to be in the "In" crowd for a change.The next day we broke up into squads, and scrimmaged each other. It went Okay... I guess, but not as well as yesterday. I just couldn't remember the plays that the quarterback was calling. I had spent all my time "boning-up" on the basic skills, I didn't think about the rest of the stuff. It was a tough day. But maybe I didn't. Kindly have my gig readied. Giles! My sword and coat!”Whilst Agamemnon took up position to leeward of Victory, the gig was lowered, and Tony climbed down with some difficulty. His leg, although greatly improved, still hurt considerably. He did not look forward to climbing the side of the huge flagship.Climbing up proved to be easier, though, and Tony entered the Victory’s deck through the port to the twitter of four boatswains’ pipes. Captain Hardy welcomed him and led him to the great after. She was the only educated lady of her age in the village. She had a best friend in the village whom we all called Kaki she was a vaidya’s daughter and lived with her parents after her husband who was 40 years older to her died after some years of marriage. She would always come to our house and is a lot fun being around.I was the only boy of mom’s entire family so I was loved and pampered a lot by everyone. Grandpa had died some years ago. My eldest mausi’s husband who was a ghar jamai took the.