I can’t remember exactly when it changed – when I stopped being innocent. Memory is a strange thing, and some stuff is indelibly marked on my mind...��s eye, while other things (which you’d think were important) are hazy. So I can’t remember the date this happened, and I can’t even remember whether I was still 14, or just turned 15.But I know exactly what happened, and exactly where.Some friends and I went shopping in the local city centre, in northern England, pretty much every weekend. We weren’t. If the people working at the gas station were Muslim, they’d be an information dead end. As soon as the first question was asked, they’d be demanding their lawyers. Once the lawyers got involved, that would be the end of it.The screen in front of Cathy switched over to a woman looking up at the camera with a cock in her mouth. The image was from the perspective of a man looking down at a woman giving him a blowjob. Cathy looked at the picture and decided that she actually liked it. She could. As I said earlier I used to have sexual desires unconsciously. So, I joined in another school nearby and made friends. I used to have a friend who comes to her tuition.As she is my neighbour I don’t like to go to her tuition. My friend used to come to my house after tuition . He used to talk about her body. How sexy she looks. And he used to show me blue films. Time is passing by I used sit in my balcony and used to watch her every evening.In the evening as she comes to home she changes her. Now poised to take the huge monstrous cock in her small pussy, the Snake Lady grasped it in one hand and maneuvered the tip of it to my wife’s swollen-with-wetness lips and parted them with the very tip of it, then moved it through and over her exposed-and-desire filled clit. She did this again, making the thick-as-hell head go ever deeper into her lips, making them swell to accept the tip itself as my wife now shivered all over. The Snake Lady had not gotten half the tip in her, her lips now.