"My heavens! You're old enough to give me a baby, if I don't watch out!"

She ran into the bathroom and after a brief absence returned with a damp towel, with which

she sponged me off. Assuming that my hour of triumph was over, I reached for my clothing but she detained me with a gesture and suggested that I lie down and rest a few minutes first. So willingly enough, I lay back down on the bed again. She lay down by me, slipped an arm under my neck and drew my face over against one of her protruding, pointed breasts. I pressed my cheek gratefully against the cool, smooth flesh.

"Now tell me about those girls," she insinuated, softly. And bit by bit she drew from me the gist of my juvenile romances. These disclosures seemed to cause her the most genuine surprise. While we talked one of her hands engaged itself with my cock. She slipped, the foreskin back and forth, fingered and toyed with it. Between this tantalizing manipulation, the sight of her naked body, and the erotic effects of our conversation as she pressed me for intimate details of my conquests, it began to recover its dignity, extending itself perceptibly in length and breadth.

"Do all the boys in school do such things?" she asked, her fingers continuing their soft play over the head of my cock. -

"Sure; they all do," I answered, innocently.

"Then Gerald has been doing it,with girls, too?"

"Gerald? Well I don't know about him!"

I answered in confusion. She remained silent and recovering my composure I ventured to extend my tongue, and rather timidly caressed one of those luscious, red strawberries which was in tempting proximity to my lips. I felt a tremor pass over her body and encouraged, I took the whole strawberry in my mouth and sucked it avidly. Immediately her fingers tightened around my cock and she began to pump it vigorously. I became still more daring, and placed my hand down over the triangle of dark curls. And, after a momentary hesitation, I laid my finger on the warm, moist membranes of her cleft.