"How old are you, Sheila?" Twenty. I should've become a woman long ago. You see how close a call I had?"He grunted. He fit his cock inside of her cunt... fucked an inch and found her maidenhead. It was real; a thick hymen that blocked him. The head of his cock thrilled to her heat and youthful girl syrup. He felt a mad desire to punch and tear and penetrate her belly."Oh," said Sheila. "Oh, my goodness. Oh, oh."At first he thought he'd already hurt her. Then he saw that she strained in pleasure.. I used to get erections and I had no idea what to do when I get that, cozI was not knowing about masturbation at that time. I used to watch star movies and V channel whenever I got little chance and was aroused by the kissing scenes and watching girls with minimum dresses on their bodies. I used to press my penis and become naked etc. Gradually I learnt the art of masturbation and did regularly watching TV fantasizing about girls known to me, my lady teachers and all. Once my parents were out. I found my own hiding place for the magazine I stole, revisiting it and meeting the other women residing in its pages. Better prepared, I studied the other issues in the attic when I had the opportunity. Over time, I learned how to please myself in various ways, never quite repeating the surprising and saturating intensity of that first time. Only later was that event transcended by the addition of a partner.There in Uncle Bob’s workshop, I felt a kinship with him and perhaps all men. A space. Leaning over you, I kiss your neck and lick my way up to your ear. You bring my fingers up to your lips and slip one into your mouth.......you can taste my pussy where I've been touching myself. I whisper into your ear, would you be interested in joining me in the bedroom? With an affirmative answer, you rise from your chair and lean down to kiss me deeply letting your tongue play with mine. I twine my fingers in your hair and lean into you rubbing my pussy against your hard cock. You run.