All innocent and alarmed. But I love Bob for seeing me the way he does.Any way, I was telling you why I grew up the way I did. As you can probably tel..., my folks had a real effect on me. I never had any problem getting asked out on first dates in high school. Boy did my dad hate me dating boys, but mom took my side and said that I was a good girl and that I wouldn't do anything bad. Well, she was right. I was really curious about boys, kissing, and all of that, but whenever a boy would try to. After that first time, I didn’t forget condoms, although the plastic taste was unpleasant. I actually found that I missed the taste of sperm when they came. As the night continued, the men changed from those mostly married, stopping off for a quickie on their way home from work, to singles coming out after dinner. I had sucked off three more before a paunchy middle aged man driving a new Buick had me take him to the motel, where he asked for specific details of what I had already done that. And then in order to pull my hand out I rubbed my entire arms on her boobs slowly and pressed it hard. I think she could feel but did not say anything. I started telling her about a chapter in a book in one hand and kept my hand on her thighs and gradually I started moving my hand over her slippery nylon kameez towards her pussy. I went on reading and I could reach the top base of her pussy area, and slipped my hand in her inner thigh. She was moving but did not say anything. I took my hand off. Ohhh, yesss.She parted my moist lips to invade deeper with her talented tongue.Fuck yesss. Ohhh, yesss. Just like that, girl. Ohhh hell yesss. Shit, shit, shit.Faster and deeper she went as her finger slid a little deeper in my asshole, thanks to the wetness dripping from my pussy, lubricating my tight ass.My heart was racing and my muscles were pulsating. My chest was rising up and dramatically falling down; my breath was controlling. The sensations were unbelievable. I grabbed a handful of.