We went on his computer and after doing some random stuff, found a chat room that k**s our age probably shouldn't have gotten on to. It was an adult r...om with people having internet-sex and that kind of thing. We started talking to one girl who told us she was 16 years old, of course it was probably some middle aged guy. After talking to her for a while, we both started getting pretty horny. My friend asked if I wanted to see a sight he had found the other day. I said sure, not knowing what he. With teasing bites he coaxed, with deliberate licks he cajoled until they fell open in a gasp, allowing entrance to a duel of sensation and touch. He loved that first sharp taste of pleasure, when the flavours of lovers had not yet mixed and the unique soupçon of femininity competed with the new taste of shared pleasure. Against his chest he felt her pebbled nipples, the pressure a tantalising promise through the thin silk. He enjoyed the shiver caressing her skin as his stroking fingers first. And the reverend said he could hold off on a decision for two days. So, could you—?’ ‘I’ll do what I can to be there, Helen. And again, thanks for trying to help me.’ I felt myself tearing up when I clicked off. Helen was such a good soul, and she was trying so hard with me. I knew I was a major disappointment to her. I just couldn’t help myself. It took all of the next day to make final arrangements for Shantay. While I was packing to leave, I heard one real corker of a domestic fight going on. Lucy was being her normal self. Steve would be here any minute, and Lucy was walking around in a little thong, and cami top. She really did need some discipline. “Look, Steve will be here any time, couldn’t you put a robe on or something?” I asked her.“Why worried he’ll fancy me?” Lucy replied.I was fuming, I’d have to do something with her, I knew it was her age, s*******n. Before I could find an adequate reply, the bell rang. I opened the door, Steve stood there, his muscled arms straining.