While she was comforting me, we heard a loud noise, so she got up, opened the door and saw that Dad was lying out cold on the floor drunk, but neither...Mom nor I went to help him and left him on the floor.My mother closed the door and coming back to me ran her fingers through my hair and told me not to worry and that everything would be alright. Sadly, both of us knew that things would never be alright as long as he lived.She loosened her cream nightgown and hugging me tightly, threw her leg. I’d like to narrate my earliest sexual experience – incredible as this may sound, my first introduction to sex happened when I was just 3-4 years old. My brother and I were looked after by a male servant as my parents were both in service. During the day, once they left, this servant used to bathe us. Before bathing he would apply oil all over our bodies after removing all our clothes. He used to take out his tool and make us oil it too and then he would sodomise us.The experience used to be. We walked along together with the beach off to our right for about five minutes and then we went into an appartment block climbed some stairs and went through a fire door onto a second floor landing, a few doors down he took a key out of his pocket and opened the door with it, I followed him into the flat and stood agast at the sight before me, a wall was covered in beautiful satin, silk and lace ball gowns, a side board was covered in heads on which was displayed beautiful wigs in all colours. "Just depends on when. I have classes until late, Monday and Wednesday." Tuesday then." Kayly said. It wasn't a question."Same time?" I smiled, standing up."Sure." Kayly held out her hand again and I shook it. Then she walked off to her bedroom to grab her purse, leaving me alone with the laptop. I stared at that picture, finally taking it all in. I felt like I could almost smell the sex in the room. Then I pulled back, I had to stop myself. I closed the lid and the screen went dark. Now if I.