He takes my hand and wraps it around his hard cock. it was so warm and soft. i don't know why i thought it would feel different. it was hard, but so s...ft. i bring my face close, and rub his head on my cheek. he slides down more on the couch, closing his eyes. he smells so good, so different than anything else. i cannot get enough of that scent. i close my eyes and open my mouth. slowly my tongue touches the side of his cock. i lick up the side to the head. i have to have it in my mouth. i have. "Margi's been telling me about her sex life."Margi squirmed, I thought uncomfortably, and looked down, not saying anything."Isn't that so, Margi?" Jean asked, nudging her breast."Oh, Jean... don't," she murmured so softly I almost missed it."Oh, Jean, yes. Billy would be pleased to hear what you've been telling me." And then turning to me, she added, "Our little Margi's really quite experienced, Billy. Shy, but experienced. Right, Margi?"She murmured something. I couldn't hear her, so I kneeled. She did have two children of her own, Reginald (who was roughly a year older than Bill and I) and Susan (who was our age). But for some reason those two never quite gelled (or fitted in well) with the likes of Bill, Sally and me, when we all played together. As tots we never realized it, but as we grew older we kind-a got the idea that the two Arnold children thought we were beneath them socially. But then — when Bill and I were about nine or ten years old — the first Mrs. Arnold suddenly. "Want to grab a snack?" Sure," I told her, and we went to the kitchen to scrounge.I popped some leftover pasta in the microwave while Katherine cut up some vegetables. We joked around a bit as we ate, then when we were done cleaning up, Katherine got a shy look on her face and said, "Can we go listen to some more music."I nodded as I gave her a wicked grin, knowing exactly the kind of music that she was interested in. I grabbed her hand and we laughed as we scampered into the family room. We.