One of the maids handed out a couple of big bottles of aquaglide which were quickly emptied over my body, running down over my shoulders and tits and ...oon reaching my ass and pussy and then continuiing down over my thighs. The men smoothed the cool lube all over me, pulling on my nipples and easing down my panties. I felt the first oily hands slide over my mound and then the first fingers entered my pussy and then soon after my tight little asshole. I let a low moan as this happened and called. When I was shifted to fashion I learned to dress. Then it was the sports pages and I learned to surf, bungee jumped and joined a woman's soccer team. Rick, the editor, joked the Police Department would be unable to cope with the increased workload if he put me on the crime pages. When he moved me to homemaking I suspected the joke might also be an excuse and began looking for a new employer.Every journalist wants to do investigative writing --- the Woodward and Bernstein Syndrome. That was my. "Marjorie?" he asked. His high pitched voice wasstrange to his ears, but he could deal with that later. His wife, ifthat's who this was, came first."C-- Carl?" the man next to him asked.He almost collapsed in joy. "It's me, my dear. It's me." The man in bedwith him was a stranger, he'd never seen him before. It didn't matter. Hedidn't have the slightest doubt in his mind. This was Marjorie. HisMarjorie. "This might be a little hard to explain..."The man took a deep breath and looked straight at. I am as curious as the person who wrote that blog, for first time you realised something as sex exists in human life?I can imagine that some knew immediately they would want to try that too, sometime soon or in some further future.I guess some shall remember how awkward or strange sex seemed and they weren't sure if they would want it at all.I state as second series of questions: When did you know you wanted to try some sex as well, and in which form?I know there is here a wide variety in.