The Stories Your Mother Never Told You. Part 14.

Mandy’s words were still in my ears, and the scent of her still on my fingers as I returned home that afternoon.

“I’ve never done this before,” she had moaned as her passion had overwhelmed her. You’d never think it, I thought. Her hips had been grinding into my hand, and my fingers slipped deeper into her well lubricated body. Her hand grasping my wrist, urging me deeper into her told a rather different story…