I can’t stand stubble. Time now to reach for my vanilla shower gel and I pop the lid and squeeze some on my pink mesh sponge. The sweet scent floats...in the room and makes me feel so comfortable like an old friend. I’ve been using vanilla shower gel for so long in my life I can’t imagine my skin not smelling like a warm waffle cone. This is my private moment. The water envelopes me and this is my fifteen minutes of peace in my own home where I can escape. No kids. Nothing. Just me, for a. I want to be mentored sexually. I don’t even know what to do with boys.”“How old are you, sweetheart?" "I am eighteen but I really do not know anything. I am too embarrassed to ask my mother. I know what you do but have never tried it out.”The old man felt his cock began to rise. He had waited for this day for a while. “Have you ever seen a male penis before?”“My friends and I watched some porn. I have never seen one in person.”“I could show you mine. Here let me take off my pants. You. But all I could visualize was her hands moving back up my legs to my thighs, my sex. I wondered if she would push me to that point that I would experience an orgasm under her care. I began to hope she would. What was happening to me, how had I arrived at this point of depravity?Oh goddddddd, her hands were ‘there’ again and they were moving vertically again like before, oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD SO sensuous! Oh my god, I was so close. I swear her finger just touched my tiny clitoris between my lips!. .. you can read their eyes and grins. Typically those grins and glares usually turn into lust and love, but the two of us had made some requirements for each other. I don't want to distract people from the story, so if you want to read about some things relative to Japanese culture and this story, check the bottom of the page. So the two of us had made some requirements over the months before we planned on seeing each other again. We both concluded that because she didn't want me to wear a.