”That is a wonderful attitude. You must be a lot older than you look. How old are you?”“I will be 20 in 4 months. I have completed my second yea... in college and am working here for background for a very lengthy paper. It will, in all likelihood be, extremely controversial.”“Are you from around here?”“No. I was on vacation in LA, with my mother. I have been thinking about the paper for some months. I finally worked the nerve to ask her to let me come here and work at an organized house of. She told me how sensitive her nipples were. I was sucking them very gently. We came back to our senses and realized we were on our balcony.So I took her in my arms lifted her and took her inside my bedroom. As soon as we entered the bedroom she got wilder and started grabbing my dick from my pant. She quickly opened my zip and inserted her hand inside my underwear.I removed my shirt and dropped my underwear on the floor. She took my dick and started stroking it for me. She soon started from the. Then I picked her up in my hands and began ramming. Her screams this time were purely animal as she came and came. I was holding her off the bed and fucking her up and down on my cock as I jack-hammered my hips at her. Her legs and arms were completely limp and whenever she paused for breath in her screaming, I could hear her tiny pussy sucking at my pistoning cock. She was cumming non-stop, now, completely possessed by orgasm, and when I finally slipped the tip of my index finger into her. Will I repair my past? I don't know. Some of it is repairable, other parts - fuck it, I say. Let it lay.I could feel her grin. I was proud of her.What about your lost years? Josh asked.Lost years?Yes, those years when you couldn't maintain personal relationships, even friendships, the years when you couldn't function sexually.Ah, those years. Lost is a good description for those years. Except for my work, Josh, I'm going to write off those years.Do you have any past connections with people that.