I kissed back. I snaked my arms around his back. He pushed me back and got on top of me. By my count I’d fucked eleven men and two women, but I’d ...ever made out with anyone, never taken someone else’s clothes off, never really made love. This wasn’t love, but it felt good. We necked in that position until I couldn’t take it anymore.Not even caring to play a part anymore, I started groping at his shirt, pulling it up to get my hands on his skin. He tugged at my dress, too, pulling it up enough. "I mean, you must be watching your weight more than ever now." "What do you mean?" "Well, Simon, of course." Her mother laid dessert plates on the tray. "You want to look your best for him, don’t you?" "He likes me the way I am," Connie managed to sputter out. "Of course, he does, dear," said Lydia. "But it never hurts to be in shape. Women do a lot to keep men happy, you know. I go to the gym every day to keep fit for your father. Clothes, too. We should go shopping while you're here." She. Her name was Riya.She studied in the same class as I did. She had a sweet smile and a curvy figure. She was fair and intelligent at the same time!I kind of loved the way she seemed…Her cute smile… Her round breasts… I always dreamt of spending time with her, kissing her, licking her boobs. Some time on, after gathering some courage, I proposed her, and she said yes! We used to talk daily on whatsapp. Day in and day out.It would get naughty sometimes, and I used to love it how it was. This went. These media aren't teaching love or caring or commitment, they're teaching the pleasures of the moment. So the pendulum has swung from Puritan denial, good old Christian "Better to marry than to burn" stuff to total hedonism. I understand that, I really do. We're bombarded with sexual messages 24 hours a day, seven days a week.OK, so we start from the premise that we as parents and adults need to get as far in front of this curve as we can. We want our kids to understand the context, to.