It was almost a full week of chatting on XH with MB close to every day when he and I decided to meet for coffee. Ground rules in place we decide where...to meet. I was so nervous driving to see him but my pussy was getting wet. I had seen his cock and his face, I was looking forward to meeting MB. I missed my turn off so had to drive about 5 min up the road before I could turn around. Luckily I like to arrive early places so I wasn't running late because of my error. Earlier in the day when. She after few minutes washed her with water and for changing petticoat still came near to window just 1 feet away and showing her back changed the petticoat. As she was facing opposite side, i got courage and started to stroke my penis by standing back the window not hiding. She left the wet petticoat down and the new petticoat was just standing above her buttocks bulge.By seeing her buttocks just a feet away, I got very aroused and stroked madly, my sperm just spurted from my penis and shoot. ”Bummer for me, right? Well we saw each other often over the next three years and of course, I had the urge to ask him again but I never brought it up.Then last year Roy was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt one day and I could see his nipple and it was pierced. I said, “So your nipples are pierced?”‘Yea,” he said as he lifted his shirt, pulled on one of the rings. “Go ahead,” he laughed, “it doesn’t hurt.”So I pulled and played with his nipple rings. And Roy didn’t stop me for a good fifteen. .. licked me... fucked me, I climaxed, not all the time, but a lot, especially as I became older and more developed. Why can't I find pleasure with sex now?" Because you believe feeling good from sex is wrong. Sex with your parents felt good, gave you pleasure, but that sex was wrong... sick. Society says so, and you agree with society. Also, the pleasure your parents gave you with their brand of sex went away forever when they left you, when they abandoned you by dying. All these associations.