I guess I’m lucky at least about that.”“You are. She’d had a few boyfriends. Not promiscuous. Not all that many. Not one of them made her cum....It frustrated her, as you can imagine, and I think it pissed her off that the guy could just get off, roll over and sleep. Or think somehow it was enough for some fucking reason. She really resented men. Only girls seemed to get her off. Mostly a friend in high school. Which only confused her, because she didn’t see herself as lesbian. Bisexual to be. Nevertheless, as I never saw pornography during my studies, I did not have sexual dreams.Some of my friends did see pornographic pictures, but were disgusted by the lack of respect for the woman it showed.That did not alter their fascination for the body of the woman as they talk about it since.Unlike me, they clearly wanted to meet a woman to reproduce (no pun intended) what they saw.I understood what mother meant by thinking about “that”I realized you must have a lot of question, like did I. His hair was wavy blonde, his chest was well defined, and he always had a cute smile.When he looked around and noticed me, he came over and sat down at our site and started talking with me. This is when I found out that he and his mother were living at the campground. They had been evicted from their apartment and they were living here trying to save some money. While I was chatting with him, Danny came back and started making breakfast. Since Eric’s mom was off working, we invited him to. ’ ‘Why is it short term? What is short term? Two hours, two weeks or two years?’ ‘It is not a matter of defined time. It is a perception of something conceivably permanent.’ ‘Oh God’ I whined. I looked at her beautiful face as she kept her eyes on her coffee. Her eyelashes so regular and symmetrical, her lovely little nose and her cherry lips sucking on her straw. Below, not for the first time I ogled those magnificently well shaped boobs just above table level. I strained my eyes to even.