I mean, I know how to drive, but not well, since I never did it much. I don't know a thing about buying cars, or what needs to be done to them, or any...hing like that." Jesus," Emily shook her head. "I can't believe a Bradford guy could get into his thirties and still be a virgin about cars." There it is," Dave sighed. "Like I said, I have never had the need for one." All right," Emily said with an audible note of exasperation. "Kevin has to work late tonight, but I'll see what else I can do.". Linda often joined me and we kept up a running conversation about whatever had caught our interest during the day. She and I still were out fishing when our schedules were so that we could.I had my friends. One was Pete Shackle. He was pushing seventy-five and had been my father's buddy during the Korean conflict. When I was younger, if I wasn't fishing with Pop, I was fishing with him, Linda joining us as she got older. He lived just west and not far from our property and the brook. Often. I waited patiently, watching the sun get closer to the horizon.Finally, Cassie turned to me.“You’re right,” she said. “This is me. You didn’t do anything besides be male.”“Guilty,” I said. She didn’t smile.“Look,” she said, “I need you to do something for me.”“Anything,” I said. Cassie looked back over her shoulder at her family, who were trying to look like they weren’t watching us.“Introduce her to sex,” she said. “Fine. Make her a woman, be gentle. But try not to get her pregnant. I continued to lap on her clit and finger her soaking wet pussy and run my thumb on her bean at the same time. She was now in ecstasy. She was not quiet at all. I then switched my hand around and drove my thumb into her pussy while putting my middle finger in her asshole. I was now holding her like a bowling ball. I rocked my hand back and forth as I started after those wonderful tots again. Sucking and pinching them with my lips. I moved up to her neck and started to nibble there and on her.