I’m real.” Aurelia pressed her hands--warm and soft--around his and squeezed more tightly. But then behind her veil her eyes grew dark and suspici...us. “Or are you disappointed to see me again? Maybe there’s someone else you’d rather see this morning?”His blood boiling almost immediately, Thomas said, “What a thing to say! All the days and all the nights I’ve spent wishing for just one more minute with you--”“All the days, maybe,” Aurelia said, turning to look at the fire. “But it seems you’ve. ”She shook her head. “The only other girl in my English class who seems to get into it is a big whore...”“In high school?”“Well, maybe not in the stricter sense of the word, but, okay, slut?”“They still have those?” I asked, trying to lighten up things.“Oh, yeah ... Makes me wanna study sociology and psychology, just to understand why...”“They can’t figure it out either, Carlie...”“I saw it close up with Mom,” she sighed. “And I see it close up with people at school. Why?”I shrugged. “You don’t. Olga was short and slightly heavy, but still attractive. She had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. One afternoon, Bill asked me if I wanted to catfishing with him and Olga after dark at the small local reservoir. It sounded like fun and readily agreed. After my last run, I got back to the trailer, changed clothes and jumped in Bill’s van off we went. Bill had enough fishing gear for three of us along with an ice chest full of cold beer. By the time we got the reservoir, it was starting. .. she must have climbed into bed whilst I was asleep.She was snuggled up next to me and I could smell the warm sweet scent of her hair. I lay there motionless, pretending to sleep, and savouring the feel of her young body pressed against mine, her leg resting on my thigh, and the heat emanating from her silken bush.She had her hand resting on my belly, and was moving it ever so slowly, carefully down towards my crotch, pausing now and then as if not to wake me....My cock had already made up.