I work for prestigious institution which has ample opportunity of meting people from different aspects of life. And my work requires traveling time an... again internally and internationally. I used to run a youth based program aiming on development of leadership. I was once called to be interviewed on the radio for the campaign I’ve been running on my own. During the radio program I talked about what will be the role of youth on that campaign, how could they participate etc. Towards the end RJ. Trouble is I’m too old to be “young,” I’ve never been hip, I’ve got too goddamn much student debt to be rich and I’ve never been considered gorgeous. So I don’t exactly fit in, but I found a house I really liked and I bought it. Bobby lived about a half-mile from me, but it was like crossing the border. The hip, young, and pretty gave way to old, tired and downtrodden. Where there was a new coffee shop going up on every corner in my district, in this one some old Korean guy owned the local. Her legs were also smooth and parted, but also canted to one side as she leaned towards my mother, her dress annoyingly tucked tight into her crotch.The armchair by the large stone hearth welcomed my tired aching 15-year-old body into it. I had taken my sister out all afternoon swimming in the creek at my mother’s request and had won the race back to the cabin just in time to catch the end of the blazing argument that had resulted in the departure of my father. I had heard how my mother had. ” I demanded. Chrissy smiled and put one leg up on the side of the chair. Holy Shit. The mystery of the female anatomy right in front of me. We were both naked now. I stood and moved closer to Chrissy and knelt on the floor. My eyes might have been bugging out like Roger Rabbit. I might have been drooling. All I know is that I was now face to crotch with a real female, not a photograph in a magazine. Chrissy reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart. “This is my vagina.” she said and she.