It was the usual cubicle; bed, desk, chair, basin in the corner, period.He sat on the bed, and I took the chair and crossed my long legs, covering my ...ripping pussy, licked my lips and smiled at him. He blinked at me, looking confused as well as excited. I had to be the first to have this handsome young man, to make him want to use me.I was doing what was expected at school, five a day, but it was, for the most part, boring. A lot of the current males were barely adequate, just wealthy. "Here, let me take that blazer off you this minute -- no backtalk," Eva said from behind me. I felt her seize my jacket by thecollar with both hands and start to pull it off. I tried to resist -- I was wearing only that thin white shirt overmy bra, and the shirt was already wet and clinging, and the brajust underneath was a cascade of flowery lace -- there was no wayit could stay hidden. No good! She had it off me!"What's this?" I heard Eva say. "Are those bra straps? Let melook!"She. At age forty, after birthing seven young uns, the health clinic doctor tied her tubes and sewed her pussy tighter. That’s when her sex life REALLY took off.Ever since an older cousin showed her what her pussy was made to do, she’d loved gittin nekkid with boys. It was so interesting and fun to play with those parts and have yours played with too. For a while she was usin the pussy God gave her for the pleasure of friends and neighbors, sometimes one at a time and sometimes as a bunch. Then she. I remembered to dothe same -- sips, not swallows, it's much more ladylike, Bea hadtold me. It felt more delicate. I wondered if my lipstick wassmeared. "You missed the point, Honey dear!," Pearl went on. "Aforty year old woman doesn't feel like celebrating. It isn't likea man turning forty." She set her glass down. "Look! A forty year old man is justcoming into his prime, even if he isn't quite the stud he was attwenty. He still believes that 'You aren't getting older, justbetter' crap..