But Jack thought it was funny.”“So what’s the relationship ... connection between status and calling the girl you’re with a slut?”“I don�...t know ... but you’re going to make me find out.” She smiled, and for the first time pulled us together.I kissed her cheek, which didn’t have too much talc on it. “How much status does a slut have?”“Not much.”“So what does he get out of it? Calling you one?” My hapless teen didn’t answer, though I could sense her thinking about it. “Hmmm, okay ... well take. His reply shocked me, ‘Please don’t on my behalf’ he said. I just looked his straight in the eye, not knowing what to do. He move from the bar back into the kitchen, he walked behind me, I felt his hands on my shoulders then they moved down slowly on to my now rock hard nipples, they were standing out against my thin cotton shirt. I was shocked I couldn’t move. This was the first sexual experience that I had had in over 4 years and all this with a man who is 25 years younger than me. My church. Finally Emma smiled and beckoned me to join her on the couch. We embraced and kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other's mouth. At that moment I’d never felt such contentment, never felt such affection for anyone. Finally Emma broke the silence, jolting me back to reality. "Heavens," she said, "we'd better clean this mess up," nodding towards the floor. I glanced down and was shocked to see how much semen was pooled on the timber floor boards. It was everywhere. We looked at one. ..'I had gripped Charlie's hand to keep him from choking me to death, I could barely get enough air down my wind pipe to sustain me. Charlie whispered very softly into my ear '...pull your pants and drawers down and be very quiet...'I could not see what the people was doing, but I heard them speaking, up where we were it sounded like a bunch of adults mumbling and joking around. Charlie would raise his head up high enough to peer over the rail from time to time all the time holding my head down.