But we'll get to that.Let me try to explain. I love sex just like any other women, but I need a special kick. Sperm. Masturbation takes ages for me, s...metimes hours, I need sperm to really cum. I don't know why, it's hard to explain. I don't know any other women that actually likes sperm. It's sticky, its salty and it comes out of the same hole you pee out of, not all winning arguments, but I love it. Maybe it's the disgustingness of it, or the thought of doing something forbidden, I really. .. At Gino's, the pair picked a booth that wasn't hidden, but WAS off the beaten path. Erin ordered a Coke, and Randall a Dr. Pepper, letting the waitress wander off before Erin nerved herself for the next pass. Randall beat her to it: "Why me?" I... need to know..." Know what?" Randall demanded."Okay." Erin gathered herself. "You know about Rob." It was a statement, not a question. Randall nodded confirmation. "Well, there have been a couple of others, not as good -- I'm still kind of hung up. She soon put a hand on my jeans and started rubbing it. Meanwhile, I took my hand underneath her skirt and started rubbing her panties. Her panty was already wet and soon began to get wetter.As I continued rubbing, she slowly began to unzip my jeans as well as started making slight noises.That was the moment I inserted my hand inside her panties and could feel her hairy vagina. She was dripping badly, and it was a great feeling rubbing through her hairs. I started rubbing her clit, the fleshy. Tomorrow get up at 6am, wake Sylvia so she can watch, be in the kitchen by 7 sharp, before I go to work”. I had never known anyone else who’s mother punished them with ginger. If I had done something extremely bad my mommy drove the lesson home with a long piece of ginger in my anus. I was made to stand in front of my mother naked, bend over the wooden dinning table and spread my sore bottom. Sylvia looked at me with pity as I bawled like a baby, the ginger was fire. My mother and Sylvia ate.