At my semi-irritated remark, she rolled over to the side of the bed and looked down on me."Well, almost anything," she said lazily. "Not our waterfall...conversation, but just about everything else." 'Waterfall conversation'? That gives new meaning to the phrase 'body language'!"She had the grace to blush. "It was a valid form of communication." Fair enough."We enjoyed a moment or two of comfortable silence."Did she ask you?" Ask me what?" About becoming friends again." Yes." And?" I said I'd. I had a lot of friends that would ask if they could come over. Some had even let their boyfriends fuck them and told me all about it. My mum knew them all and would talk about sex to them. A few said they wished their mum would explain what sex was all about like my mum did for me. They didn’t know I watched my mum and dad doing it.A lot of boys wanted to fuck me, but my dad told me I must never let them. I would let them undress me and finger my cunt or play with my tits while I wanked them. The classes are generally at night. Some classes require that attendees supply their own materials. I posted:FLINTLOCK RIFLEA Journey into the PastMake Your Own Flintlock RifleBuild from Parts or from ScratchInterested? Sign Up!I have space. I have the necessary tools. There is a book, FOXFIRE 5. Not only is it in the school library, the Bookstore carries the set!Holy Crap! I have interest! SEVEN! Seven people signed the prospective tender.I went to Amy with the list. I figure this is mostly. Now I’ve had tight before, usually dry (my wife), but never anything that felt as wonderful as Kelly. She felt like a tight, dripping wet and slippery silk glove that had been made only to fit and hold my erect penis. I’ve called her pussy magic. I’ve said being inside her felt heavenly. That night by the lake in the back of my SUV I truly was in heaven on earth. As I began to slide in and out of Kelly, I stared into her beautiful eyes. Her expressions changed from love to lust then back again..