The reality was that I most likely would have reacted wrongly, and that would have set us back a few notches as well.I was deep in thought and wished ...y dad was around, or even Theresa, though not my mom; so I could say what I thought, and get their reaction.Why was it that I, the 'kid, ' had to be sensitive, supportive, and know about the issues my parents were going though, while they didn't need to think about what they did to me, or how it felt? Isn't it, or shouldn't it be, a two way. She was tall, slim and attractive but I was very shy and scared to speak to that local girl in front of other local people. Every day I just glanced at her and moved forward, I was feeling sad if any of day I didn’t see her.One day my roommate asked for my mobile phone to make a call to his friend and he informed his phone doesn’t have sufficient balance. I didn’t check whom he was calling and did not even ask who is that friend.Few days later I resigned my job and left Mysore to join another. I touched her pussy lips again, just to running my fingertips up and down. I split her lips with a finger and, when I penetrated, left it inside her. I moved my finger in and not quite out. As I humped the bed, I imagined I was penetrating Iris with my dick rather than a finger.She must have tired, taking my new-found treasure away. I heard moans as I rubbed myself to the best 'The Itch' ever.We stayed on the sexual level of my finger on/in pussy for a couple of weeks. Iris had things to teach. .you know." "That I ate your pussy and you sucked my dick?" Jett asked crudely, looking mildly pissed. "Jesus, Jett, yes," Katy muttered. "What the fuck ever, Katy," Jett said, getting up and pulling on his sweatpants, "I don't need this shit." "Oh, save it, Jett. How many girls have you kicked out of your bed," Katy said, rolling her eyes. He pointed at her. "Exactly! I kick them out. Never before have they kicked me out!" She snorted and rolled onto her pillow, snuggling in for sleep. .