Until that moment I was the only one who had touched my girly parts. She slid her hand over me and briskly rubbed my clit with two fingers. I moaned l...udly in the quiet car. She took her hand away when the light turned green again. “Just as I thought!” She said smartly. “You’ve got a hot cunny that needs to be taken care of immediately. You can’t let yourself get to this state young lady. And it’s only going to get worse once you start taking cock.” She lectured. “Once we get home you are to go. At first nothing came to mind but then he came across a recipe, the ingredients made no sense but something about it brought up a memory, of a cold winter day when he was 7. He'd come down with the flu and Nana had made him some kind of soup, steam rising from the bowl as she brought it in. He'd sniffled, wrapped in a thick blanked as she told him it was magic soup and that it would make him feel better. Of course being 7 he was skeptical of anything adults said but he trusted Nana well enough. Ahead of my time I suppose. I often read my mothers harlequin and cheesy romance novels, attempting to learn and emulate the men in them. I was determined to grow up to be the perfect lover, strong yet sweet, hard yet tender, well learned and physically sculpted. Unfortunately, I had very little practice...well non to be honest. I was fifteen years old and hadn't so much as even kissed a girl. Don't get me wrong, girls found me fascinating and cute but I always came on to strong when they. Martin says that my not having further sexual encounters withmy Dad is good, but he thinks what really got me off on the right sexualtrack was a chance encounter a few years later that turned out exceedinglywell. Things don't usually go so well for most girls, he said. When I was about f******n, I went downstairs one morning to getbreakfast. I was completely nude. It was summer, and my parents andbrother had gone out for the day, and it just felt good to walk around thebig empty house.