They would just tease me and spoil my faith.When I was eleven, I went through puberty. My mother sat me down and spelled out the “Facts of Life”. ... learned how babies were made. The only man I wanted to be my mate was Santa.While other girls were dating boys, I kept to myself, making toys. I would fantasize about the big man taking my virginity under the small Christmas tree my father scraped together to buy each year. I would come so hard, I had to bury my face in my pillow, so my parents. Once Ernst was satisfied that she had cum, he slowly kissed his way up her body. Pausing to pay particular attention to her small breasts, he slid his hand up her back and gripped her neck from behind. Then holding her in place that way, he entered her smoothly and firmly. Hannah closed her eyes and gasped at his sudden presence inside her. With both hands, she gripped his shoulders and squeezed. ‘You OK?’ he asked, holding still. ‘Yeah,’ she whispered, her voice unsure. Ernst was worried he. " Candy yelled through the door.He thought about what he should say. Finally without thinking he said. " Come on in. I'm just finishing." And he quickly sat and relieved his tiny bladder.Candy opened the door. And saw Alice sitting naked on the pot and said. " Looking to see if you're older?" Alice nodded as she finished wiping and stood up. Candy continued as she pulled down her panties and sat down. " Well, it takes a long time and you have a longer wait than I do."He hoped not!They went back. Then I came across this female named Rabia who was replying to my messages on my cousin’s posts. She is a Bangladeshi girl also living in New York. She looked very beautiful in her red saree she put up as her profile picture.I don’t know why, but I sent her friend request and she happily accepted it within a couple of hours. We became friends and started chatting. We were chatting for days and nights. Being single and in college, I had a lot of time to give her. We spoke over the phone a few.