One time we were swimming in my parents pool at night. I got her swimsuit off. She was sitting on the side of the pool by the steps with her legs in t...e water. The very first thing that I did was to eat her pussy. She started to quiver and shake about three seconds after I dived in to her box. Her pussy tasted a little like salmon and sulfur mixed together. I got past the taste pretty easily. After all, I was in front of a real live pussy. I hadn't seen one that close since I was about 7 years. I confessed I had no idea, and that all my interactions with members of the opposite sex had been for my personal gratification – out for sex and that kind of thing. I was crying. I wanted the browbeating to stop. I figured my job was cooked anyway.“They pestered me about whether I thought I was WORTHY of being loved. I realized I wasn’t worthy so long as I kept thinking of women as something to conquer, fuck, and dispose of. That was like the greatest epiphany I’d ever had in my life. I was. 'Crack'. Nope, doesn't work. You are precise with your landing, and don't miss a mark. It's like you practice all the time and are a pro. You keep this up for ten minutes, and I hear you set the crop down. You unstrap my hands and feet, and turn me so my backside is up this time."Let's have a little fun now shall we?"The audience is clapping and cheering loudly, you continue to talk but I can barely hear what you are saying. I have never heard the audience get this excited before. I hope they. His mother did everything she could to tease him. Each night she would stop by as usual. She came in wearing her silk robe, which several times fell from her shoulder, leaving most of one breast bared. Then she would kiss him and tell him that she loved him, but leave him in state of sexual frustration. During the evenings, she would find a chair across from him in the family room and sit casually. Whenever she felt that Bradley wasn't looking she would open her legs to reveal her bare vagina..