Gwen looked at me and her expression changed from hunger, to curiosity and she asked, “How did you like that?” I went to speak and had to clear my...throat. I stammered, “I, uh, really, uhm. That was…Uhm I dunno what to say…” Gwen smiled and quickly ran her finger over my ‘outty’ again and said, “you dummy, I just fucked you with my fingers and made you cum on my hand. See, look at how shiny it is…wanna taste it?” I was still dumbstruck and didn’t answer. Gwen acted before I could protest and. They are extremelygraphic in nature. Not all of it is pretty and not all of it is dirty.However I will warn you, there is a lot of dirt here and this strain ofdirt does not wash clean.I will skip the vast majority of my childhood; although I will point outthat my journey to Kristy is different from many of the other tgirls Ihave encountered. I was not a slight boy, not shy nor sickly. I wasjust a kid, into games and my imagination and doing well in school. Iwas decent looking, a little. Ik ga naarde grote stad.Dus zet ik een advertentie in een krant. Koop een paar kranten en gaeen paar adressen af. Maar het is niet veel bijzonders. Op deadvertentie krijg ik een paar brieven. Weer een paar adressen langs.Maar nee, het loopt niet erg. Maar dan komt er weer een enveloppe meteen paar brieven. De eerste is niets. Dan de tweede maar. Er staat eentelefoonnummer bij, maar verder niet veel informatie. Alleen dat er eenkamer voor mij vrij is.Dus bel ik het nummer. Ik krijg een vrouw aan. How can you say that? I asked.“You’re only older than me by two months, we’re the same age! And besides, the only reason the sex was never that good is because you never tried it!” She sat up and gave me that look that says, pleeeease, like you HAVE. I knew that she was still a virgin, because I knew both the guys she had dated, and she told me all about them afterwards.I stood up and stretched out my hand to her and said “C’mon”. She just looked at me like, what? C’mon I said, let’s go. She.