As she stood there, I looked her over. Maybe I was trying to grasp the totality of this person.Man, she’s so pretty and yet she looks so vulnerable ...ow. And she’s my age; I don’t want her to get hardened by what she’s been doing for money. And then there was the fact that she had just busted my cherry. In all of the weirdness of that evening, that hadn’t registered with me yet.I said, “I suppose we’ve seen some things in each other, I mean our hidden dark sides.”“What you saw, that wasn't. “Why did you hit me? What makes you think it is acceptable to hit anyone, ever? Do you really think you have the right to be violent towards people that disagree with you? What kind of man area you that you think hitting a girl half your size is acceptable?”“I’ll hit anyone I think needs to get their head on straight. Want me to hit you again?” He took another swing at her, and made contact with her once more, this time on her left cheekbone below her eye. She rolled with the punch once more,. I discovered that, without panties, I could show as little or as much of my pussy as I wanted. I got myself quite horny doing this, and ended up fingering myself to orgasm – which I wouldn’t be able to do on the tube! I also practised with the buttons down the front of the blouse. The neck-line was quite high with all the buttons done up, so I looked quite demure. But if I undid a couple, the front began to gape a little, showing off the tops of my breasts (obviously I wasn’t going to wear a. Being a horny young teenage boy, I of course jacked off all the time and the images that were burned in my mind of my nude mom had become a major masturbation inspiration for me. Not that I specifically fantasized about fucking my own mother: I just fantasized about fucking. Being a young teenager full of raging hormones, almost any woman would do if I would ever get the chance. Sometimes I even had lustful thoughts about our maid Simone, who was fifty or so and not very pretty.One Saturday.