I could not help myself. I opened my legs even more for him. I found myself moaning and when he heard me he asked, "Is this the first time you ever le... a boy finger fuck you Linda?"I could not say anything. The only thing that I could think about was how the feeling kept getting better and better. I never can explain to you just how wonderful his finger felt as he did that to me. At some point I realized that when he slid his finger down, that he was brushing against my hole. It felt so. Amy ... was an enigma to him. He'd chatted to her on a couple of occasions and found her to be bright, well-read, friendly ... knowledgeable about mathematics – he knew she was taking an OU degree – but somehow, reserved. He thought she was in her early to mid twenties – a year or two older than himself – but somehow, seemed older. Not unhappy, but with an undercurrent of sadness that he wanted to dispel. Of course, the fact she was very attractive helped.Amy watched Terry discreetly. He was. She was busy with her singing practice. I sat beside her. I sat in a straight position indicating her to lie down in my lap. She kept her head in my lap. I said,“Are you fine honey?”“Ya mumma, I’m quite fine.”“But you seem to be somewhat sad.”“Well you know the reason for my sadness, don’t you?”I got little emotional. I leaned forward and kissed her for quite some time but this kiss was not passionate so I departed and told her,“Honey, I have a solution for you.”“What solution?”“You crave for a. I put on some deodorant the expensive kind blow dried and straightened my hair. I put on the best swagger look I could. Pink underwear, a nice Pink Top, Grey jumper, Grey jeans, Pink shoes and a pink hat. I knocked on her door (I had gotten her address from Cayla) and stood as straight as I could, and I knew, no matter how good I looked or tried to look, I would never compare to this angel. She answered the door wearing, blue top, white short, white socks (No trainers or shoes) and a blue.