The CO ordered us to bed. I wasn’t drunk but Sarah was tipsy so required support to get her back to the tents. As we walked we talked, and she kept ...aying how long it had been since she had had sex. Half way to the tents, as we entered the tree line, she stopped and pulled down her trousers and peed against a tree. All I thought was 'god she is beautiful and sexy.' Once she was properly dressed she took my arm again. I didn’t move. Instead I turned to face her and kissed her passionately.. Serge assured her his was not some crazy guy and he is the best barista in all of Paris, with only a little hint reluctance Emma followed Serge to his apartment which was filled with half up packed boxes. As he was busy in the kitchen with coffee Emma asked if he had any furniture, sadly it would not arrive until tomorrow when his roommate arrives, did however have his room already set up and they could hang in there away from the maze of the boxes. She thought meet strange guy, takes me to his. I looked and saw a figure in shining white, a smile on her face and a certain serenity in her soul. It was ... Mom? Not my adoptive mother, either. Miriam Finkel ... my birth mother. She kissed me, but in a very familial manner, nothing sexual or erotic about it at all.“You can return to what you were doing shortly ... probably even better, once you’ve heard me out. Yes, Isaac, this is me. Your birth mother. Miriam. I know, I know, you’re called Ian now. But to me, you’re my little Isaac, my. ”“I’ve read those stories too, and I’ve seen sex videos on my PC. I’ve never felt like I learned enough to make myself feel better, when - well - when I try to make myself have an orgasm.”“Mom, it’s the man’s job to make a woman feel so good she gets multiple comes each time they fuck and suck.”“I suppose you’ve learned to suck a woman’s pussy too, reading sex stories and watching videos?”“That, and when Rachel and I tried it with each other. I could tell when I was doing it right and it made.