With Mom and Dad at War Mom had turned to me for sex. Now where a year earlier she,d thrown out any sexy magazines I,d spent money from my supermarket...carry out wages she was eager to try the positions mentioned in the stories or ridiculous readers letters. In those days of really early porn the pictures were silly with women’s nipples or pussies air brushed out and the rare occasion a Male was included his cock was limp as a noodle. Mom told me that unlike my Dad I was more ad enturous with my. Kuch der chodne ke baad main ne use doggy pe le aaya aur pichhese jor jor se chodne laga. Uske hilte huye boobs ko dekhke mujhe aur bhi josh aaraha tha aur wo bhi maje leke mere lund pe jerk mar rahi thi aur jor se chilla rahi thi… oooohhhhhh jaaaaannnnn, aaapppp ne to aaaajjjjj isshhhh pyasssiiii ka pyaasshhhh bujhhaaa diya… mujjjheee aapnaaaa raaakheell bana lo aur uska organism ho gaya. Mera lund doggy style main uske G-spot ko lag raha tha shayad isiliye usko bada organism huya. Main. Was this really happening? Was the man of most all of my fantasies really kissing me? Yes, he was and my pussy was instantly wet and ready for him to take full advantage. We talked off and on during the ride in between kissing. I had to let him know I was on the tail end of my period (you never know how that will affect things). To my relief that did not bother him. I decided to let him know that I shave my pussy completely. He kind of moaned in my ear and told me he loved a shaved pussy and he. And so Eve ‘half-moved’ up north and declared her intention to wait for me to join her. For another 18 months, we tolerated a long-distance relationship, of the sort which, I’m told, is far more common than we might imagine. I moved to a smaller, cheaper, flat in London, and Eve lived with her father. Each Friday, one of us would make the 3-hour journey to join the other and after our lunch on Sunday, we’d return to our separate week-day lives. We’d spend the school holidays together of course,.