The November air was cold but my insides were suddenly hot, the kind of hot that you get when you get caught doing something you shouldn't. I could fe...l my pussy begin to drool and it was the only thing I felt. The rocks under my knees, the cold air, the dark spooky trees, none of it registered. The night was silent except for the barking of that distant dog.My attention was fixed on my brothers back. His arm relentlessly pumping. I watched the pictures change on his screen. The acronym, MILF. Other things too, but you never did. And I wanted to wait for you. But I'm just not your type, I get that. I like pink and rainbows and unicorns and Tinker Bell and c***dish stuff like that. And you're into girls that will stick their... their... pussy in your face on the first date. And I thought maybe I could change, but I can't. Not around you because you're the only one I could always be the real me with.And when I met Tobey, you just left me. You just let us be, like I was finally out of. I carefully made him wear the condom and smearing some amount of vaseline on his thick mushroom-headed cock. He said ''I do not have much experience in anal sex, so you should guide me.'' I did bend over with my ass up in the air, he was trying to insert the tip in my tight pink cherry,i let a big moan out when i felt his big mushroom head was finally in! This young straight boy was ultra-cautious in order not to hurt me and it did make me feel good, knowing i was not just a piece of meat to. I have very few memories of him. Mostly feelings and images. Some of these images are artificial, told to me by others or from pictures in the family album. I know that my Papa played Barrel of Monkeys with my sister and me on one of our birthdays, but I don’t really remember the event. I always had the impression that pictures were meant to capture a moment and remind you, to trigger the memory. That picture is my only memory of that moment in time, that experience. It is black licorice that.