" Sometime it just get s hard, you know, for no reason, in class, even in church." You'll get over that. Do you play with it?"I nodded.'That's OK too,...that's normal, healthy. But sex is even healthier." He looked at my form. "Hm, you're fifteen. That's a problem. If you have sex, it better be with somebody your age, under sixteen. That's the magic number." He sniffed and made a face. "It probably doesn't matter unless some woman attacks you."I nodded and swallowed and sniffed, thoroughly. He must have been about 18 as well and looked like he was up for a laugh. The best thing? He was wearing a kilt. I don't know why but that turns me on big time. I had to find out if he was sticking with tradition and going commando under his tartan. After a couple of drinks I plucked up the courage to go over and ask him. 'Why don't you find out for yourself?' he asked in his gentle brogue. His accent got me horny and that was all the invitation I needed. I reached down and let my hand snake up. He said he just wanted to convey his thoughts to Richa but Richa wasn’t talking to him. So he wanted me to pass on his message and try to convince Richa on his behalf. So I agreed to meet him alone, thinking that as Richa’s best friend, I will try and fix their relationship. But within an hour of meeting Raj alone, I was in the passenger seat of his car, having my choot (pussy) being fingered by him, in the corner of an isolated street! Let me tell you how it happened. We had met just an hour. Opening the door Fred was holding a lovely mixed bunch of 24 different coloured roses. Helena kissed Fred at the door in great passion. Where she loved sex she really missed the companion of love. Fred gave her love, and good sex but more importantly companionship. Fred mentioned what about the neighbours. Helena laughed and dragged him into her unit.Taking the flowers and adding to the previous flowers from the girls she asked “And what do I have to do to deserved this brilliant flowers from.