‘Hmmm… I guess it really depends on what she talked about,’ I answered. ‘Well,’ she began, ‘she told me all about sex. You know, intercour...e and all that.’ ‘I suppose we had to,’ I countered lightly, ‘ or a certain Bonnie wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation with me, now, would she?’ I grinned. She narrowed her eyes to slits in mock anger, and then said, ‘No, but I mean, you know, all that other stuff. Like, the oral sex stuff.’ You told her you’d answer truthfully, I told myself.. ..She looked at me and said, aye son. That'd be nice. I like a hard young cock. Go into the churchyard and I'll follow you.So i walked ahead of her into the churchyard and walked through the graves till i came to an old mausoleum that was open - it was kind of like a building with a domed roof, but the door had long been removed, so it was open and i thought this would be private enough. there was nobody else around so i went in and i unzipped my jeans and got my cock out, and waited, my heart. ” And with that she took my hand in hers and placed it over her panties.She was right – I could feel the heat coming off her even through the flimsy material, and when I took my finger away I was surprised and delighted to find that it was a little wet from where her juices had seeped through the lacy fabric.“Tell me, Vicks,” I said, placing my hand back on her thigh, “Have you had a lot of women? I'm just so surprised and would never have guessed.”She chuckled. “I've had my fair share,” she. “Good girl,” she whispered, and the small hairs on my skin stood up. “Now the rest.” I couldn’t. My hands trembled too much. My cheeks burned brighter and hotter than a bonfire. I failed to stifle my moan when I felt her fingers on the top of my breasts, felt them nestle with the white, frilly fabric and pull it downwards. Cool air touched more and more of my skin, and my nipples stiffened into needle points when my breasts spilled over my bra, completely exposed. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”.