I sipped at it gratefully. ‘You know, I am going to be the envy of every bin man in the country.’ ‘And why would that be?’ ‘Because I get t... kiss you.’ ‘So why do you keep getting it wrong?’ I slumped down, realising I was going to have to tell her why. ‘Inexperience and disbelief.’ ‘What?’ ‘It’s been a long time since I had to kiss a pretty girl, and never one as pretty as you. And I still can’t get my head around why a young woman would fall for an old man.’ ‘Oh, you’re an old man now?’. As time passed, they got to know her better, finding that she made an enjoyable companion. She was clever, with a subtly twisted sense of humor that they both enjoyed. Nor was she shy, giving as good as she got when faced with his bawdy comments and her sly flirtations. It wasn’t long before they’d become friends, although that didn’t prevent them from speculations as to what it would be like to invite her into their bedroom or, as George seemed intent upon, to bend her the dining room table. "I want both of you together." With a smile, the black-haired teenager began stripping her clothes off. She looked at Kathy's wet cunt and said, "Jim, you sure dropped a load of cum in her hot little pussy--I've just got to lick that up first, even if its secondhand. Kathy--you don't mind if I call you Kathy, do you?--lie down and open your legs!"Dazed and shocked as she had never been before in her life, Kathy watched the now-naked young girl advance toward her as she half-crouched on the bed. “Becky, I used to do things without knowing why, or knowing I was about to do something I shouldn't do, but doing it anyway. After, I'd feel guilty, but that didn't make me change.” Mary saw the confusion on Becky's face. “Huh?” “It would start with an impulse, a thought or feeling, and I would reject it. Then this tension would build up inside me. It would get so bad that I'd end up giving in and doing whatever it was that I was thinking of. That always gave me a wonderful sense of relief.