As I slipped into my bed, I sniffed the juices still on my explorer finger and tasted pussy for the first time.At breakfast the next morning, Mum gave...no indication that anything had happened. Still, I had the feeling that she had been awake and that she had enjoyed my exploration. I couldn't wait to try it again.The next night, when the house had quieted, I again crept silently down the hall and slipped in Mum's room. I stood by her bed and listened for her regular breathing. The covers were. After a good breakfast, Dan did some house chores including cleaning the swimming pool and hot tub. He noticed Wendy sitting on the living room couch trying to cross her legs. “I’ve got an itchy foot that’s driving me crazy.”“Here, let me.” Dan sat beside her, placed her feet across his legs, and began to massage her feet.“That feels nice!” she sighed. She looked at him as he rubbed her feet then up to massage her calves. “You are very good with your hands. Why do you do this to me?”“What am I. Our teacher had agreed to it and allowed us to meet at school.Shobha is a very friendly person and beautiful too. She was the class topper throughout. She never used to hang out much or go for movies with the rest of us. She was a typical nerd. Many of my friends had asked her out for a date but she always refused. I had a crush on her in ninth grade. I never asked her out as I thought she would reject my proposal. “Rejection” was one of my biggest fears that helped me in not getting a single. I eased myself out of her, ran to Granny's room across the hall, shoved her on the bed, pulled her dress up, got between her thighs and entered her in one sustained thrust and commenced to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her until finally, we came, together.Later, freshly showered, we had lunch. Jean spent part of this time on her knees giving me a lovely slow blow-job and she seemed quite happy with the arrangement. I was ecstatic.We enjoyed ourselves in this way for a while until I could.