When Eric answered the door, he found Alan there. ‘Alan!’ Eric said warmly, ‘Come in! How are you?’ ‘Alright,’ he said. ‘I healed up ok,...but the ribs still give me a little trouble now and then.’ ‘Jennifer will be so glad to see you! I know she hasn’t seen you for a week or so, but she has been so busy with college registration and stuff. I’ll let her know you’re here…’ ‘Uh, wait,’ Alan said. ‘I need to talk to you first.’ ‘Um. OK,’ Eric said. ‘Here—come into my office.’ The two went into. It was during the Easter long weekend break that I wore a flannelette top with no bra, short shorts, knickers and gym boots to Jason and Leanne's house. They were all sitting around a camp fire in the back yard; drinking casks of cheap wine we called goon. As we were hanging out drinking; a weird object was brought out; it was my first contact with a Bong. Initially I was completely bemused at what it was; I saw 3 or 4 of them smoke it before it was passed to me. I had only ever smoked a. His eyes bulged, as he realised what he had done, but she calmed him saying that that was good and the next now would take longer and be megger. She stood and kissed him once more, he could taste the cum on her tongue, his cum, another first, she whispered to him “that she was his,” telling him he never before having had a woman this was his treat could take all her clothes off, then he could use her to find out any little detail he wanted to know, she would answer any questions, let him look. The car leapt forward, as seemingly eager as I was to show its heels to the overpriced import alongside. Motor racing, I pushed it deep into the gears, letting the horses push me faster and faster down the road. The acceleration pushed me back in the seat like a firm hand taking hold. A quick shift, feet flashing on the gears, and I started to pull ahead. My hands held the wheel firmly without clenching as I steered straight down my lane. The car was my gift to myself. While it might have been.