Marcie emptied the bottle into our glasses only to see the last of her liquor drained in an instant "Wait a minute," she said, "I'll just get one of Daddy's bottles. Hell never know the difference."
"Get some ice, too," said Eva. She turned her attention back to me and asked: "Did he take his thing out before you stripped or after?"
"I forget," The distraction irritated me. I had felt myself slipping back into the mood just as Marcia had interrupted and now I was suspended between lust and frustration. The girls waited impatiently, and when she came back in she was told to hurry and pour. With filled glasses and clinking ice cubes, they waited for me to go on.
"He made me strip off everything but my panties," I said, recalling the incident vividly, "and he sat as far from me as you girls are now. He didn't say much except to make me strike a different pose." I began to take my clothes off as I talked. "And when I looked at him he had his cock in his hand, and he was stroking it like this." I imitated the motion exaggeratedly, beating off a broomstick in the air. The girls gasped as their imaginations supplied the picture. "It was so big that it would have ripped me open if he had raped me," I went on. "And the head of it was bigger and wider than the shaft so he'd hook inside your pussy. I was so frightened that he would attack me that I did everything he told me to do immediately! And when I got down to my panties he made me walk around and he kept telling me how he liked to see my buns in motion. Can you imagine that?" I was down to my panties again and I walked back and forth in front of the girls. Eva, Louise, and Marcie were uncertain about their feelings, but Janet had no doubts. She sat slightly back from the others and rubbed her crotch with the side of her hand, hard, to get through the denim of her dungarees, and she smiled at me with pure lechery in her eyes. That gave me the fillip I needed. She had me back in the mood, sexy and hot, feeling the tingling in my loins grow into a storm of desire. And the way I looked at the girls had changed now, as if the lenses had been altered. They were no longer just my teammates and friends, they were women with breasts and pussies, women with sex exuding from their every pore, women with whom to make love!
I stopped briefly to drink a sip and then I went on, doing more than I had thought of doing for the Colonel. My movements became grossly suggestive, leading with my pubic bone and shaking my cheeks, and it wasn't long before the others began to resemble Janet in their appreciation of my antics. like me, they were getting high from the liquor and the atmosphere in the small room, but it felt as though my horniness was contagious and spreading. "And then he said to take off my panties and to do it all over in the nude," I said at a strategic moment.
"Yay!" cried the girls, clapping their hands and watching me with unabashed interest now.
"All right, but only if you're ready for it!" I said, grinding and bumping, pulling my panties right up so the crotch pulled tight into my cunt slit. My hips pulsed out at them and my tongue ran along my lips to get them good and wet. It was as if I had lost control or as if my hidden self was coining to the fore! I acted out fantasies that hadn't manifested themselves yet, and I was doing it so well that I had the team squirming with suppressed excitement.
"Go to it!" cried Eva. She had her hands high up between her thighs and rocked back and forth. "Take it off, baby! 'Attaway to go!"
"Do it, do it!" shouted Louise. Her shoes were off and she had her legs folded under her so that the balls of her feet pushed into her upper thighs. Her normally calm face showed great animation and she bounced up and down as if she was at an exciting football match. Marcie, on the other hand, looked cowed by the whole performance. She watched but I got the impression that she didn't understand what was going on. Janet was ahead of all of them. She had undone her jeans and she had her hand stuck down between her legs, masturbating over my performance and egging me oil.
My panties came off and I flung them up into the air. Hands reached out for the flimsy garment, but none were faster than Marcie's. She held the panties and looked embarrassed but she didn't give them up. She placed them on her legs and resumed her role of spectator. I was starting to see through her confusion and, to make sure of what I was seeing I moved in dose to her, jutting and strutting, pushing my tits up with both hands and making fucking motions with my pubic mound, pursing my lips at her, and the pretty black tomboy broke out into a sweat. She tried to unbutton her blouse a little but her hands trembled too much and several buttons came off. I pointed at her and said: 'That's the way, Marcie, take it off, everybody take it off, let's all be naked!"
My timing was perfect. The girls jumped off the bed and excitedly helped each other off with their clothes, and I kept on moving in and out of the group as if it was up to me to maintain the right pitch. Someone put the music on loudly and that let them pretend we were just dancing in the nude. But there was more to, it than that, much more! As the clothes came off the girls moved closer together, gyrating at each other, coming on strong, flirting, submitting, and I was right in the thick of it! Eva's big tits hobbled by me; Marcie kept her hands over her chest to hide her lack of breast; Louise's golden body barely quivered as she danced and brushed against me; Janet's familiar form took on new beauty in this setting, and when she turned her back to me I watched her full-blown, firm cheeks shake and bounce, and I just wanted to attack her! Marcie danced alongside the black girl and now there were two black bottoms aquiver in front of me, four buns that shone in the dim light and moved as though they had soccer balls under their polished skins. Eva turned and joined them, her ass all the whiter next to theirs, flatter too, but round enough to make me want to squeeze her cheeks with all my might. And then Louise joined the line-up, flatter than Eva and softer, her buttocks flouncing with every step and folding in on itself. My head was spinning but they had no mercy on me. As if they had rehearsed this whole show they turned around and confronted me with their pussies and their tits, shaking and jiggling, pulsing at me, dancing closer and closer…
If the record hadn't come to a stop they might have attacked me in force right there and then, but the music stopped abruptly and Marcie broke out of line to put something else on. The girls had a moment to see what they were doing and instantly they headed back to the bed and poured themselves another drink. "If she can make thirty bucks in a day by blowing a guy and stripping for another," Eva announced suddenly, "then I'm going to get into that racket, too. Screw mowing lawns and screw doing ironings for large families! That's not where the money is! It's right here!" She cupped her big tits in both hands and bounced them up and down. "And here!" She patted herself on the ass and smiled smugly.
"Don't forget that little thing right there," said Janet. Her long black finger touched Eva's pussy and fingered it for just a split second, long enough to make Eva jump, "That's right, that's the biggest source of revenue of them all," Janet grinned. 'There isn't a woman alive who will ever be broke for long while she has a pussy between her legs. Men will do anything for a taste of it or the use of it, take it from me."
"She's right, though," Eva said thoughtfully. "Pussy is where it's at. We were stupid not to realize this before. If men want to touch me there for money, that's fine with me. What about the rest of you?"
"But what if they want to… you know?" asked Marcie. Her eyes were wide open and she kept taking small sips of her drink, "Then what do we do?"
Now the roomful of virgins fell silent. I had thought about that, too, and in all honesty the idea terrified me. I wanted to take a man that way but I didn't think it was possible, not without a great deal of pain. Was it worth it? My mother enjoyed doing it with Daddy? but she probably got used to the pain.
"Why not!" Eva said defiantly. She jumped off the bed and held her glass high in the air. "For a lot of money I'll do anything!"
"Me too!" Louise and Janet were with her but Marcie demurred She was frightened by the situation and suggested we forget about the basketball all together rather than surrender our cherries.
"What if our parents find out?" she asked. "I don't know about yours but they'd kill me! After all, my father is the chaplain on this base!"
"Yeah… " said the girls, thoughtful now. I knew how my parents would react. The general wasn't going-to like his daughter fucking around with subordinates. It was Eva who brought us back from our moody rumination.
"Hey, we're not stupid," she said breezily. The bottle went around again at her urging, and she continued: "All we have to do is warn our customers that they should keep their mouths shut or we'll he charging them with rape. Now we're officers' daughters, our words are better than theirs, and that's what we're going to play on. You girls have to realize that this base belongs to us!"
Marcie remained hesitant and Eva suggested we should initiate the tomboy into heavy petting so she wouldn't get too big a shock when she went out to earn some money. Marcie tried to escape but we pounced on her as one laid her out on the bed. I didn't know what the others were going through but I was positively drooling over her little body. Those black nipples set on small mounds, the hard, flat belly, and that protruding pubic mound with only a smattering of curls on it, made her look like a cross between a girl and a boy, and both sexes turned me on. My hands were the first to make contact with the smoothness of her skin, just the arms at first so the others wouldn't think I was too keen. But when they placed their hands on her I noticed they weren't shy about touching her tiny tits or her thighs-or that knobbly pubic mound!
Janet was the most forward. She caressed the deep slit of Marcie's plump pussy, dragging a finger in the depression until it parted and revealed petal like magenta inner HDS which in turn gave way to show the pinkness beneath. The girls oohed and aahed at that, and Eva was tactless enough to comment on all races being the same color inside. But Marcie didn't notice it. Her worried face relaxed as Janet's finger found her clitoris and rubbed it the right way. Louise had settled next to the tomboy on the bed and concentrated on the nearer tit, pinching the nipple and squeezing what there was to be squeezed. She became very absorbed in this and I watched her with some curiosity. Louise was so remote as a rule, so careful to conceal her tracks, yet she made love to Marcie's left tit as though it were her own!
Eva had squatted at Marcie's feet and peered up along her legs while her hand rubbed and kneaded the girl's ankles and calves. "Let me touch her there," she said to Janet, and Janet moved aside to let the voluptuous brunette get at that plump, almost naked black pussy. "Oooohhh, isn't that nice!" she exclaimed. "Do you like it when I rub you here, Marcie? You do? So do I." She didn't have to say anymore. Janet moved swiftly in behind Eva, who was now on all fours, and began to kiss the cheeks of her ass in the direction of the brown-haired pussy bulging out from between her thighs. That left me out in the cold. Marcie's right tit didn't interest me all that much, certainly not when compared to her pussy. And Eva was having such a good time fingering the little black girl that she wouldn't want to pause for even a minute.
To make the time pass pleasantly I sat on the edge of the bed and played with myself. The others were getting more and more involved with the job in hand. Janet was sucking and slurping at Eva's cunt like it was the only meal she expected to get, and Louise had gone down on Marcie's tits. The Eurasian's ass pointed directly away from me, at the wall, and whether she wanted me to or not she was going to have that part of her visited! I slipped over Marcie and behind Louise to get at her light brown ass, and the moment my hands touched her soft flesh I was on the way. My lips stroked along the tautly drawn globes and the tip of my tongue left a thin wet trail, circling, meandering, but always headed for the split between her cheeks. Blondish brown hair grew in tiny tufts by the sides of her labia all the way to her pubis, but from the lower end of her cunt back she was completely hairless. Her asshole was a darker brown than the rest of her, a strange little mouth set in a polished valley that petered out further toward her spine, and it was to that tiny pit that my tongue was drawn. I didn't really want to touch on her anus, not with the kind of upbringing I'd had. But in this mood I wanted to sample every part of her body, I wanted to explore her and love her, and I wanted to keep the best bit till last-which meant her pussy would be my dessert.
Did she like it? The tip of my tongue found her asshole and poked into the center of the puckered muscles. Her body trembled briefly but she kept right on sucking Marcie's tits. My hands ran from her buttocks to her inner thighs and squeezed her there so her orifices open up more. Now the first breath of her back passage reached my nostrils and to my surprise and pleasure it was nothing like the fart I'd expected. No, it was a little stale and dank, like excellent old cheese and, like old cheese, it didn't taste the way it smelled. My tongue sank into the opening hollow and licked all around. If anything, it tasted just like pussy!
Yes, she did like it. Her ass wiggled from side to side and her legs were parting wider, but in her every motion she took care to keep her asshole and my tongue neatly centered. My finger found its way into her cunt and rode in and out of the slippery passage but that was secondary to the gustatory pleasures I got from her ass. A woman's body was just full of surprises, I thought, sticking my tongue deeper and deeper into the Eurasian. She was groaning and writhing now, and she must have bitten Marcie's tit because the black girl let out a cry of pain. To one side of me Janet and Eva were gradually folding in on each other to lock their bodies into a tight sixty-nine, and as Eva evacuated Marcie's pussy, so Louise moved in to fill the gap.
Everything was happening so fluidly now. Louise bent low to stick her face between Marcie's legs and Marcie crawled around to get up in between my legs where she generated more passion than I could cope with. We sucked and ate and spluttered, swallowing up juice and sweat, digging fingers in wherever they would fit, first sticking to our separate cliques, but as passions burned higher the other two joined us to form a sprawling daisy chain of mouth and pussy. It was like being plugged into a power point at both ends! Climaxes traveled the whole length of the chair, starting in me, rippling through Louise, Eva, Janet, Marcie, and back to me, whirling, gathering volume and density, until the five of us broke apart simultaneously and cried out in ecstasy!
"I wonder what it's like, though," Louise said, thinking aloud, "I mean, when a man enters you with his thing. Does it hurt?"
"There's two ways of finding out," said Eva. She rested on her knees between Louise's legs and stroked her pussy slowly. "One way is to go out and get laid. Another way is to let me do it to you-"
"You? But you don't-" Before she could state the obvious, Eva placed her finger to her lips and motioned for us all to be silent. She stuck her index finger out and showed it to Louise, who nodded. Then, slowly working the finger into her pussy, she began to demonstrate how it would feel for a man to shove his dick into her. She didn't hurry. The finger went in bit by bit, moving back and forth to spread her juice around, the first joint disappearing easily into the Eurasian's full, light brown lips, the rest following when Eva applied more strength. We watched intently, identifying wholly with her hole, squirming when Louise squirmed, gasping when she did, and when Eva slipped a second finger up the girl's pussy we all said: "OOOOHHH!" as if it was our cunts that suddenly caved in. Her labia disappeared and she began to sit up in defense; but then she lay back with a delighted moan and spread her legs as wide as she could.
"You see, it feels nice, doesn't it?" said Eva, panting a little. She had the palm of her upturned and drove the two fingers in and out with a relentless beat, sweating and obviously getting restless. The joint of another finger bumped into Louise's clitoris at every down-stroke, and I wondered if that was actually what made it so nice for her. I had pushed the odd finger up my pussy, too, but it hadn't done all that much for me unless I was tremendously horny to begin with. Eva's fingers were right up there and she kept trying to push them further up without drawing back for a second, urgent, pushy, shoving Louise over the brink several times in quick succession. The girl was completely lost in her passions, crying out, her eyes glassy, fingers grasping at anything that came near for moral support, and her body was shaking and trembling in convulsive spasms. We could hear the fluids slosh about inside her pussy and see them drip out in slow, white dollops. I wanted to feel what she was going through, I wanted to have Eva's fingers up me… but in the back of my mind a different plan was growing. Why should I settle for fingers when I could get at a real thing so easily? If I asked Evert nicely he would do it to me, I was sure of it!
I recalled the size of his big black cock and shivered in fear. He would hurt me but wouldn't the girls be impressed when they heard I had actually done it? Besides, Evert was a man of the world, he would know how to take care of me even as he was hurting me. I liked the idea a lot and started to plot the details.
Janet and Marcie were fingering each other now, lying close to Eva and Louise and leaving plenty of room for me to join if I wanted to. But I put my clothes back on and told them I'd see them later. They weren't happy to see me go but they were too busy to stop me. I walked out of the house and breathed in the cool, bracing night air in large gulps, and I felt my courage rising. If Evert wouldn't show me what sex was all about I'd soon find someone else!
I crept into the front yard and looked through\ the windows to determine where my parents were. They were watching TV. Evert was in the kitchen. I came in the back way and motioned for him to be silent. "What's the matter?" he whispered.
"Can I see you in your room?" I asked.
"Sure, baby, give me ten minutes and then I'll be free." I went into his room and turned on the TV. There were very large butterflies in my stomach. I took a cigarette from a packet he had lying on his bedside table and lit it before really inspecting it. The cigarette felt peculiar but I figured he had probably rolled it himself. Only when I drew the smoke into my lungs did I realize this wasn't tobacco. It was mellow smoke that dried my throat out in an instant, and the acrid smell turned my suspicion into conviction. Evert had several more joints stuck in the cigarette pack so it didn't bother me to smoke the one I had taken out by mistake. Such good grass! It didn't make my nerves go away but it did make them pleasurable. I began to chortle to myself. The joint had turned into a tiny roach that threatened to burn my fingers but I took one last drag long enough to bring the fire down to my fingerprints. A flash of pain burned in that precise location but again it traveled no further. The chortling turned to giggles, and before I knew it I was rolling about on his bed and laughing my head off.
"What's going on here?" said Evert, he sniffed once and knew. "That's expensive stuff, baby," he said, closing the door after him. "I sure hope it made you feel good, otherwise it's money down the drain."
"I feel great!" I hiccupped.
"That's good." He lit one for himself, took a long, long drag on it and passed it over to me.
"Listen… listen, I have to ask you something really important." I tried to sit up but I just couldn't be bothered. "Evert, I want you to know I really appreciate what you did for me in the laundry, and I don't want you to think I'll go on taking advantage of you, but I have to ask you… will you show me what it's like? Sex, I mean."
"You want me to make love to you?" Evert looked at me incredulously. "Baby, you must be kidding. If your Daddy was to catch us doing that he'd have me drummed out of the Army in two seconds flat with a dishonorable discharge! I can't afford that and you know it. Now why don't you go to your own bed and forget this thing? Hell, you're only sixteen, there's plenty of time."
"No, I want you to do it," I said. "If you don't someone else will have to because I want to know what it's like right now. Besides, you know Daddy's not going to find out. When does he ever come down to your room?"
"There's always a first time." Evert lit another joint and stared at the television. "Shit, you little white girls are nothing but trouble for black men, you know that."
"Oh, you're going to take that line, are you?" If he could change tactics, so could I. "Well, tell me now, what's happening between you and my mother?" The question was badly phrased. I wanted to know why she liked for him to stick the douche nozzle into her pussy instead of letting Daddy do it. But Evert spun around and stared at me with his eyes open.
"What do you know about that!" he hissed.
"Enough to know Daddy's not going to do anything if he finds you with me," I bluffed. Evert waited for me to say more. "I don't know much more than that but I'm very curious. Why don't you level with me, Evert-we're friends aren't we?"
"Yeah, right," he said, shaking Ms head. "Listen baby, your mama and I have been lovers for as long as I've been with your daddy. He knows all about it, he's even seen me making it with her. But before you go jumping to conclusions you have to know that your parents aren't very close even though they like each other all right. Since you were born your mother's had a hard time getting your father to make love, and he felt sorry for her so he got me to take his place now and then. He doesn't mind, she doesn't, and I certainly don't What I don't like is that she can't come sleep with me here every night." He stopped talking abruptly and lit up a standard cigarette. He was brooding now and I knew it'd take some effort to get his attention back on me. In a different mood I would have asked him more questions but at that moment I just wanted to get my defloration over and done with.
"Never mind about all that stuff," I said, sitting close to him and placing my arm over his broad shoulders. "Tell me now if you want me or not. I'd really appreciate it if you would show me what it's like, Evert, but if you won't I'll understand." He looked at me strangely for a minute and then his face broke into a grin. He nodded his head and took me into his arms to kiss me fervently.
"Of course I want you, baby," he whispered. "A beautiful young girl like you is wanted by every man. Just make sure you keep all this stuff to yourself, hear?"
"I promise."
"Hey," he said suddenly, sniffing at me, "what's this I smell? Have you got pussy on your face? What have you and your friends been doing?" I was shocked and didn't know what to say. The blood rushed up to my face and I must have turned a bright red because he began to chuckle. "All right, I won't ask any more questions. Besides, I like the taste and the smell a lot, a whole lot!" He kissed my face all over, smacking his lips as if he couldn't get enough of the leftovers, and slowly my mood restored itself. I nestled up against him and let him do whatever he wanted to with me. He was so strong, so big, and he would teach me everything!
His hands ran over my body as if searching for the most sensitive places, and when he had a list of them in his mind he started to work them over one by one. He felt me up while undressing me, undoing a few buttons before stroking my tits, undoing the zip before grabbing handfuls of ass, and he did it all so smoothly that I knew I could leave it all to him. I stopped thinking and fell into a deep reverie instead, a warm and sensual dream that was actually happening. His fingers were so thick yet so sensitive! When he caressed my breasts he set my nipples on fire, and the mere touch of his hand aroused my pussy to the point at which it almost drowned itself! "Oh Evert, that's so nice!" I moaned, clinging to him all the harder as I felt myself going under. "Is that how all men make love?"
"Some do, baby," he answered. My blouse was off and his shirt soon followed so that his chest pressed nakedly against mine. My hands ran over the ribbed muscle of his stomach and went down to the waistband where his smooth skin was interrupted. I wanted to go further, I wanted to go right down to his narrow hips and the hard underbelly so that his big cock would rear up before my eyes once more and I could touch my lips to it! But he was leading. My jeans and sandals came off and then he made me lie down nude on the bed and watch him while he undressed for me. He took his time, smiling down on me with pride as his cock leaped out of his briefs. A delicious, terrifying sinking feeling made the bottom drop out of my stomach, and I reached out for that big hunk with both hands. He stepped out of the range long enough to hang his clothes up and to check that the door had been properly locked. Then, with the blue light of the television behind him and the marijuana smoke softening all that I saw, he came toward me most purposefully.
Not long now! For a moment I wanted to run away. I wasn't ready for this yet, too young, too innocent-but I wanted him! Yes, there it was, the mighty tool with which he would perforate me. Now he let me touch it all I wanted, and when I scrambled into the sucking position he turned around and began kissing my pussy and feeling me up with his big fingers. Which one of the girls had mentioned fingers? I knew now what she was talking about. One finger entered me and it felt like a cock, hard and determined as it pushed its way right in to the knuckle. "Wow, you're dripping wet!" he said with admiration in his voice, "In that case let's not fool around, Renee. You're ready!"
"Am I?" My pussy tightened about his finger as if to hold it there. The finger was manageable but what about this great stalk? I clutched at it with both hands and there was still enough sticking out at the top to fill my mouth. "Wait a minute, Evert, please!" He didn't move and I quickly stuck his glans into my face to suck on it and play for time. I knew what I was doing with him in this position. My tongue skated about the smooth flesh of his knob and my lips mauled his flesh, my hands worked his cock's skin up and down to nut erotic friction on the edge of his glans, and for a while it looked as though Evert had given in.
"That's enough, I want to fuck you right now," he said suddenly. To my horror his cock slipped out of my grasp and his knees came down between my legs so as to force them apart He towered over me, big and black and powerful his hands holding my arms pinned to the bed his cock sticking out like a flagpole, and I began to whimper. "Don't be frightened, you're going to love it," he told me as he moved into position. The weight of his body crushed me into the mattress. Down below I could feel his blunt instrument bumping against my pussy, and his face came to rest on the pillow next to my head. I was tense, sweating, but a little reassured at the obvious impossibility of his cock getting into my tiny pussy. "Tight," said Evert, as if agreeing with me. "That's beautiful. It's a long time since I've had a real tight pussy. Now hold on and don't make any noise!" At that his knob wrenched my cunt flesh apart and barged into my body. It took my breath away! The pain flashed to every part of me and made me quiver as if I'd been electrocuted. I started to yell and immediately he pressed his lips over mine, kissing me and keeping me quiet. His cock moved back and rushed in for another shot. An inch of it lodged in my hole and pushed harder to get all his swollen knob inside. I strained to repel it but too late. There was a brief relief as the thickest part slipped inside and my cunt muscles closed around his shaft.
From there on everything went fuzzy. His cock slid in and out, each time pushing further into me, bulldozing its way to the very bottom of my cunt, and all I could do was moan and cry. He was so big, so very big, and it hurt me so much! An instant of acute pain went by before it had really registered, and after that his cock found less resistance down there. Evert was laboring on top of me just as Daddy did to Ma, in and out, sweating on me, breathing heavily. He no longer had to kiss me to keep me quiet. My groans were tiny. I clung to his arms and felt the muscles rippling as he worked to drive his dick up to the hilt into my distended pussy. What would the girls say if they could see me now? I wondered. And what would my mother say?
In that murky landscape a sudden beam of light came, twinge of pleasure to contrast the pain and discomfort. It took me by surprise and for a minute I held my breath, fearing the pleasure would provoke more pain. But no, another shaft of bliss relieved the fuzzy monotony, and another, a kind of ecstasy of which I had never had a taste! Now I clung to Evert for a very different reason. The delightful sensations coursed through my body with as much force as the pain had been able to muster, and I was shaking and quailing, lost in one rush after another. He had to start kissing me again to muffle my cries. His dick slithered in and out so easily now, and whenever he thrust down his pubic bone bashed into mine to send out a new shower of ecstatic sparks. This was too nice, too good, I couldn't hold out any longer! I began to yell as the pleasures mounted to an immense crescendo. Evert put a pillow over my face and kept right on pumping. In the stifling darkness I gave vent to all my newfound bliss, screaming and sobbing, and going with the waves of passion to the very crests. And when I thought I would lose my mind if he didn't stop soon, a soft, barely perceptible sensation erupted down in my pussy. It had to be his climax, such a soothing wash of warm cream, and when he stopped I was sure. I pushed the pillow out of the way and started to kiss his face.
"That was wonderful, Evert, oh thank you, thank you!" I whispered. He looked so tired now. His cock pulled free and he rolled over on his back, too weak to even light a cigarette for himself. I did that for him and I would have done anything else for him, only he ordered me out of his room curtly. "But will we do it again?" I asked.
"No, that's the end of the lesson." He kept silent while I put on my clothes, and then added in a softer voice: "I have to remember your mama, don't I?"