I touched just her face and neck with my hands and lips. She was cold, unreceptive, frightened."Please, let me go..." Soon, little darling. Soon." Who...are... ummm."When I broke the kiss, she said, "I know you, don't I?" Yes. Now, shhhh."I kept kissing: lips, cheeks, neck, ears, all were kissed, as my hands gently stroked and touched those parts of her body not considered "no nos". I was very gentle and took my time. I wanted her to become aroused and unafraid. Soon, her kiss got warm, her mouth. " Right. Now, where do I sleep?" Boy, are you dumb!"A light went on in my head. "You sure?" Damn sure." Me too." And I walked over, put my arms around her and gave her a kiss."Lemme put out the lights. We c'n go into my room an' be more comfortable."So we did.It was the dern chickens that woke me.GordyI woke with the rooster's cry. Weena's head was on my shoulder. Today was the day we'd get to see Maddy's station and Charlie's and get to look at the river. I turned my head and gave Weena a. She let her right hand drift down her body and lifting her bottom she pulled her nightdress up, exposing her bare virgina. Lynn's fingers found the wet lips of her virgina and began to gently rub her wetness . As Lynn lay in her dark bedroom masturbating for the first time ever, thinking of Steve's penis inside her. The feeling of pleasure was losing out to the feelings of guilt. What had she turned into, what would her family and her friends at the church think if they could see her now,. Epilogue For five years now, Sarah and I have hosted a fuckfest every Friday night, except for one month each year when we go away on holiday. The numbers have grown to about 30, although on any one night we rarely have more than 25 or fewer than 20. My favourite fuck, always my first of the night, is in Wendys arse, now days there is always someone else fucking her cunt at the same time. Often its her husband, Steven, but not always. Of the 12 participants at our first fuckfest only John has.