I was happy as I hated sport and was a disappointment to my rugged sports mad father. I had heard him tell my mum he thought I was a poof ( acceptable...language in the UK then) and she told him I was just different. I did not think I was gay but knew I was different. I had sometimes worn mums’ panties and tights and they made my small cock hard and I used to cum when wearing them. I knew this was odd and kept it quiet. I also knew my cock was small in comparison to the other boys my age and I. Girls used to say that I ‘m cute but I always loved older women,milfs,aunties,moms etc. And I always fantasized about having sex with an older woman. The concept was very erotic! One that every boy dreams of-“Have sex with am experienced woman!”. My neighbor aunty was my sexual partner in my dreams,almost every night, I masturbated thinking of mauling on her juicy boobs and pumping her full of my cum.After my 18th birthday, I got my voters id and was eagerly waiting for my first vote. After a. Kisi ne mauke ka faida utha liya aur hamari video bana li.Ab meri gaand fatne lag gayi thi. Lekin honsla is baat ka tha, ki woh bhi meri chudai ki karna chaahta tha. Tabhi usi Aadmi ki call firse aayi. Woh bola-Anjaan Aadmi: Dekha apni hi chudai ka nazara?Main: Haa dekh liya.Anjaan Aadmi: Ye to bas ek clip hai. Mere paas to poori film recorded hai.Main: Kya chahiye tumhe?Anjaan Aadmi: Jaisa ki maine kaha, ki main tumhara aashiq hu aur tumhari chudai karna chaahta hu.Main: Dekho, tum ye galat. Sitting next to each other on the sofa, they soon stopped wasting their precious time with each other. Irmgard’s lips, unrestrained by coyness, opened, and her tongue entwined Stefan's in a sensual welcome. Neither did Irmgard squirm away or stiffen as his hand cupped a breast and, eventually, moved caressingly up her readily opening thighs.If anything, there were barely hidden signs of impatience in Irmgard's response. Stefan, in turn, did not wish to rush into a hurried, first fuck. He wanted.