”“Yes, that too.” I smirked back.“Are you sure you two aren’t intimate?”I said, “Of course, we’re intimate. We sit close and talk abou... everything particularly intimate details of our lives and how we feel about each other and about other things. It’s just not the way you were thinking.” Agnes leaned against me and gave me a light kiss on my lips.Aaron said, “I guess I’ve never thought of intimacy that way. There is something really neat about how you two interact.”I grinned. “It won’t stop. A little bit about me, apart from my age, which you already know, I am a Virgin, everywhere, I have not touched, sucked, or taken a mans cock in either my pussy or up my bum, I say bum, because I am an English girl, an English rose, caught in a hormonal imbalance, where my strict Christian upbringing forbids my deflowering and the Devils temptations of men, and my own inner torment of wanting my body to be thrown amongst naked black men, with huge cocks, to be satiated and washed in warm. Make yourself happy."Neither seemed upset, in fact, they both were smiling and certainly were not leaving as I held my hand over my cock."We like to see you finish so please be happy," the older one said as the younger one added, "Si, si, be happy for us."I looked over at them standing there in the lowering sunlight and spit once more on my hand and began again. They each came closer and sat about ten feet away, smiling, watching me masturbate.Well, I was happy and they seemed happy so I just. Even at that young of an age, I had become quite accomplished at finding ways to amuse myself.On this particular weekend I was spending a warm summer day exploring all of the wonders and mysteries of our living room. There was always a certain wonder to watching the sparkling particles of dust drift through the sunshine's rays, blasting through the slats of the Venetian blinds. Of course even during my most occupied of times, I always stayed aware of where I was, in respect to '"the chair"'..