(My house had only a small B&W TV)At that time I was 15 years old and I had started getting sexual feelings and I was doing masturbation. But I was do...ng it very secretively because in my small house there was practically no privacy.One holiday I went to aunty's house to return some magazines and bring new ones. The Nava Rathri Pooja Festival was coming and it was aunty's custom to arrange doll show in her house. ( During this festival all kinds of dolls will be kept in stair-case like step. He was on old school friend or something. The sex had been great, urgent and rough, totally chemical attraction rather than softer emotions. It was the world she chose to live in. The rock and roll lifestyle, as her mother put it all the time. She could hear her mother’s voice in her mind lecturing her about growing up and getting a proper job. Telling her that her looks would fade along with her voice and she would be left with nothing if she didn’t make an effort to hone her talents and get a. Sharon peaked at the other girl on her shoulder, then slipped an arm around her. ‘That was fantastic,’ Lisa gasped, bending down a little and planting a soft kiss on Sharon’s nearest nipple. ‘Who would have thunk-it?’ Sharon asked, caressing her counterpart’s smooth back. A couple of loud groans caught their attention, and the two women looked at the pile of human flesh that was currently trying to disentangle itself on the other side of the studio. They looked at each other in surprise as. He shivers at the feel. I take the shot of tequila and quickly down it, and slowly lick the salt off his chest, tongue flat pressing against him. Inserting the lime halfway in my mouth, lips closing around it, I suck it in. With the lime in my mouth, I kiss him, sharing the juice. Breaking the kiss, he spits the lime on the table. Smiling at me, he whispers, ‘Wow! Where did you learn to do that?’ Looking at him with a devilish grin, ‘Last week. I’m a quick study.’ Laughing, ‘How do you want.