I told her about growing up in Massachusetts, how I had been a tinkerer from an early age, explained how this had led me to MIT and eventually into th... Navy and my interest in programming. Of course, I couldn't tell her much about my work at the agency, and she was astute enough not to ask.I said "That's my life story in the Reader's Digest version. How about you?"She said "Well, I grew up on a farm in upstate New York. I was fascinated by the machinery as a kid, and was determined to go to. .. indeed he hurt me!...” Still he thought no more, than that being so young, the largeness of his machine (for few men could dispute size with him) made all the difficulty; and that possibly I had not been enjoyed by any so advantageously made in that part as himself: for still, that my virgin flower was yet un-cropped, never entered into his head, and he would have thought it idling with time and words, to have questioned me upon it.He tried again, still no admittance, still no penetration;. I told her I didn't like the way I look in nylons and panties with hair. She said well dam you are very sexy I don't think I've ever been so turned on. She stood up unzipped her pants and slid them down with her panties grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. She said see, My finger worked in her slit and her wetness ran down the back of my finger. She looked at me and said told ya! Thats when she got to her knees and started to rub my cock thru the panties, which responded right away with. She did this a few times demonstrating how wet she and it were."This is totally useless. I'm soaked to my skin." She slapped her open hand on her stomach to illustrate and made that particular sound that soaking wet cloth makes."I might as well not have this on at all. It's useless." she looked at me in her little girl way, mischievous and naughty, and then without hesitation she whipped the t-shirt up and over her head. She closed the last few feet between us and threw the soaking t-shirt.