I didn’t have much to tell, just a story about the shop-owner who tried to **** me where I had a Saturday job, and the odd grope with boyfriends and...girlfriends. But Roger had done 5 years in the army, and this is what he told me. I can remember it all... ‘I was in Berlin and an American mate and I went out. We ended up with two prostitutes. We went to a hotel. Jed and his went to one room, me and mine another. She could speak quite good English, and she made it clear she’d only fuck or oral. I get up to go into the kitchen to refill my water bottle, wit Ray at my heels. I'm bent over in the sink, when Ray grabs my waist and enters me again.He's fucking my pussy, reaching around to the front of me and spreading my pussy lips with his fingers. What a feeling that is, feeling the air against my nub and the pain from his fingers holding me open. The phone rings and stops him in his motion.Ray stops to answer, cuz it could be his daughter. As he talks to her, I sit on his counter,. Emotions are diluted until they are just a hint of flavor in the pot-pie past. I've been sifting through a lot of memories lately. There are times I can close my eyes and touch, smell, hear, and taste those other times. Memories less clear drift through my mind as nebulous and inconsequential as clouds seen from an airplane window. I think I'm looking for a beginning but I haven't found it yet. Twenty-three years ago seemed a likely point but I'm not sure. Maybe I'll just call it the beginning. She was laying back gently rubbing her pussy and told me, “come over here and put that big cock in me. I want to feel you in my pussy. Come fuck your sisters hot pussy little brother.” I climbed on top of her and she spread her legs wide. I reached down and lined up my raging hard cock with her steaming hole. I slid into her a little ways and felt a pop. She made a yelp and said “slow down.” I had just broken her hymen. I took her cherry! I slid in more and more until I was balls deep in my.