"Yes!" she replied shortly, her legs twitching under the effect of my fingering, "Lots of times"

"Who.'. ?"

"Oh, some boys I know!"

When I put my hand between this girFs legs, I had first inserted a finger in her vegina to see whether the way was "open" and after assuring myself on this point, I withdrew it, and felt for her clitoris, with the intention of exciting it. I found, to my surprise that it was a great deal larger than that of any female I had previously manipulated. Also it was of a different shape. Instead of being a small elongated ridge it was conical in shape and stood up seemingly half an inch or so. Under my touch it became perceptibly firmer. It was like a diminutive little cock and it seemed to me the tip of it must project out between the upper lips of her cunt. Its likeness to a little cock was further apparent as I continued to finger it, for it pulsed and throbbed to the touch, standing out harder and

firmer. Absorbed in this unusual phenomena, I prolonged my digital examination, touching, squeezing, and feeling until my companion, frantic at the extended manipulation, exclaimed:

"I can't stand any more of that! Hurry up and let's do something!''

I straightened up and glanced out over the water. There was still no signs of other boating parties on the lake but the possibility that-some might arrive at an inopportune moment suggested prudency.

"L‹et's go back behind those bushes," I suggested, "so that if anyone comes, they won't see us."

"All right!" she agreed, and jumped to her feet.

We retired to the relative seclusion of a clump of vegetation not far away, and which offered aslight shield from possible observation, there, raising her dress and holding it tucked under her chin, she began unfastening her panties.

As she fingered what seemed to me an interminable number of buttons, I dropped my knees and endeavored to assist in the operation.