..''I want you like that – naked – all the time, Mum,' I heard myself saying hoarsely, and she laughed softly.'The days are starting to get colder... darling, but I'll do my best for you – I don't mind if I freeze if it pleases you ...'I suddenly noticed something. 'Mum – you've shaved – earlier, I felt your bush, but now ...'She stroked herself. 'I saw those pictures of girls in the magazines you read, and they all shave, and I – I thought you might like me better like this ...'I felt the. Taking my face in her hands she quickly pulled me down to her soft pussy. This was different, she was shaved bald. “Oh, Honey, please eat me,” she moaned. Her bald pussy was so very soft; I could only imagine how it looked. Moving my tongue up and down her slit, she screamed the moment my tongue entered her and touched her clit. “Oh, God that feels so good, please lick my juices clean.” Her intense passion was turning me on. Keeping her pussy in my face she moved her body around and took my. Well, that was the day he broke up with me. I was ok with it. He had just pressed sex on me and I did not need that in my life at that time.But now I had seen a cock. That was a turning point in my life. I always wondered what a boy looked like down there and now I had seen one. That was a problem for me. I had been masturbating from the age of sixteen, using my fingers and small things like pencils to play with. Now I had seen a cock — a hard cock — and I wondered how I could fit one into my. There was not even a breath of wind to stir the dust in the gutters, the air was thick and cloying, and his clothes hung damply on his body. He sat unmoving at the table with a barely touched glass of pastis in front of him, idly watching the passers-by through hooded eyes.To a casual observer, the events of the next few minutes would have seemed unremarkable. A young woman with long blonde hair stopped at the table next to his, sat down, and when the waiter appeared, asked for a glass of.