It starts one day in my house after a night out couple we were very freindly with on the way back home in the taxi i was in the back with my Mrs on o...e side and my mate wife on the other we all had a bit to drink and i had my arms round my mates wifes waist, we were all having a good time and i was rubbing her side when i touched the underside of her tit she never did anything so i left my hand there and with the movement of the taxi it kept touching her so i move it slightly up so i was. I had learned more about life, people, and SEX in the past few weeks, than any "book learnin' " could ever have taught me. I know I'm repeating, but all my braggart buddies at school were dying to be with a girl – hell, ANY girl ... just to find out if "it" was anything like what their older mentors had told them. And here I am, having had the incredible fortune to be with someone my age, her older sister, and a grown woman from halfway around the globe ... I just let my head rest on the bus. She’d never met a man like him. He’d taken her almost to the heights of passion, leaving her panting and desperately wanting more. Then he’d thrown out what she considered a dare. Her brain felt like mush and she couldn’t help but grin, thinking about what was going to happen tonight. Well, it would if she was brave enough to go with him. The thought of what he could do to her body had her both breathless with need and scared shitless. As much as she wanted what he could give her, the thought. While she was glad the need wasn’t overwhelming her any longer, she missed the excitement and subconsciously resented me for having taken that away from her.Gwen and I joined Joey, Brad and Cindy to goof off for a half-hour in the ballroom. That was one room the Marlfield mansion didn’t have. My father promised he’d have the system updated with Compact Disc players and start replacing the albums stored on eight-track tapes with CDs.We did not join them in the pool, though. I wasn’t sure how.