I simply collapsed beside her, gasping for breath.Women experience far better pleasure than men. Take it from me, I've been both.When we were somewhat...recovered, Cassandra sat up, held me in place with one hand on my stomach and asked, "Where did you learn to pleasure a woman? Do they teach this in orphanages these days? Carl, you were marvelous. It was awesome. Amazing, really. Who taught you those tricks?" I clammed up, afraid to tell anything close to the truth, and she gave me a pass,. “Thought you could worry me, Eh?” I said.Silence!I knew she was there but she said nothing. I twisted my head to catch any sound. I must admit I was getting a little suspicious now.I could feel movement. Someone was moving to the bed. Slowly. I was trying to picture her and how she was moving.The bed gave as a weight went on to the side of it.“Jen?”Silence. Then I felt it. I fingernail tracing a line down the centre of my body. I jumped slightly at the first touch.“Don’t piss about,. Bobby gave him a limp handshake as he introducedhimself. He said he was sent here because his parentsthought he was spending too much time with another boy. Ed said he was sent here because a high school teacherhad seduced him and her husband had found out. “You really fucked an older woman? That is awesome. Didshe like it?” Ed told him that her husband was a lousy fuck and shereally got off on his cock. He said he ate his cum fromher cunt after he fucked her. Ed saw that Bobby. I guess that made her a whore?"I giggled. "Depending on the amount of money offered, she was a whore, a prostitute, or a call girl. Daniel's kind of risky. We'll see how it goes." Would I get twice as many years if I were charged with molesting both of them?One afternoon, I ran into Christina in the market. We stood looking at each other in an awkward silence. I didn't know anything to say, but she opened with, "You're Cynthia, the girl that took Bradford from me."Her remark wasn't hostile,.