I could only see him, his blue eyes made me think of crystals, they looked so pure but at the same time so devilish. He had dark hair, almost black lo...g enough for me to want to touch them. His face mesmerized me, I couldn’t look away, who was he? As if he read my thoughts, he started to walk towards me, my heart was pounding in my chest, I was beginning to be hot all over. He stopped when he was inches away from my face, I could feel his hot breathe, smell his musky sent. He bent down so his. .. I do too. But this was the very first time that I had seen it happen. She pushed back the chair and put her feet on the desk. Her zipper was already open and her right hand deep into a pair of white satin beauties. She has never been a landing strip kind of gal... mostly she wears a full bush trimmed on the sides to keep things neat. One of the teases that she has given me over the years is when we go to a certain beach each summer she wears a bikini bottom that rides very low. When. Afterward, I went to that uncle’s house often, my cousin Fred was to be put to school, and we talked a great deal more about girls’ cocks, which began to interest me much. He had never seen one, he said, but he knew that they had two holes, one four bogging and the other to piddle from. They sit down to piddle said he, they don’t piddle against a wall as we do, but that I must have known already, afterward I felt very curious about the matter. One day, one of his sisters left the room where we. When my girlfriend came of age at sixteen, and growing and glowing with health, and a burgeoning sexuality, I started to take notice. I had not really noticed her before. She was a grade lower, you know. When Sarah got finished with her practices she would never bother showering at school because we were only five minutes away, and because she was shy around anyone except me and Carol when it came to her sweet, slowly maturing body. She had only started wearing a bra, with not a whole lot to be.