We again started getting closer to each other and we used to remember our childhood game and then slowly moved to our relationship in the young age we...started to feel the same love for each other again and we started to chat and talk about our life problem and other things, we got close we used to talk intimate, we used share pic to each other.We started to love again each other, and moreover she had some family issue and was not happy with her husband. She was again inclined towards me and I. I realise to anyone reading this long ago account of my earliest recollections of the dawning of my c***dhood curiosities regarding sex, and it sounds like I was suffering from a 'l****a' affliction, but in truth, sex meant little to me back then, as puberty and the hormonal disruption it brings to girls, were still a few years off.I was curious, I had witnessed the finished product many times as part of a family of naturalists, seeing both my parents cavorting unashamedly in front of similar. Jessie came so fucking hard. Her pussy contracting around his fingers. A spray of squirt arcing up to rain down on the hardwood floor in front of her. Wave after wave pumping out of her. Jessie’s moans turned to deep, guttural groans before becoming scream as her first orgasm overtook her.“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk!!!!!”It seemed to go on forever. Jessie lost track of time. Her head fell back on the chair. She struggled for breath as the aftershocks hit, twisting and contorting her body on the. The keeper of my father’s books and manuscripts was a man called Dorzi. He was a scholar, about twice my age. A handsome but reserved and bookish man, Dorzi was more at home amongst the old tomes than he was in the company of men or women, and he was infinitely more conversant with arcane lore and ancient tongues than with feminine wiles. He was the only servant my father would allow in his study and apart from my father, Dorzi seldom associated with the other occupants of the house. One night.