" Well gee, Dad, if I don't ask, how am I gonna learn about the birds and bees?"I didn't have a smart comeback for that one. It brought me up short, r...membering that once again, we hadn't used any protection. I knew I had broken a cardinal rule that I had given Sally when we had a discussion about sex many months ago. Thank God, Kat came around the corner behind me and heard the last part of the conversation."Don't worry, Sally, if you have any questions I will be glad to answer them for you.. Hers was a little thinner than my boyfriends, but the same length. And she knew how to do it rough, too. She had me gagging within seconds, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. I love deep throating, and my boyfriend loves when I do, but he isn't this forceful. It's kind of a nice change of pace once in a while. She kept throat fucking me as my boyfriend laid on the floor and slid his face under my soaking wet pussy. He began to eat me while I was sucking a tranny's cock, something. As such, I decided to go back home and prepare for my rescue attempt as a distraction from the pain I had caused. Closing Dana’s front door with a sigh I walked back over to my home. “Vance, you shouldn’t worry,” Dana said to me. “Just feel bad.”“Don’t, Foxy knew what she was doing and she has you now.”I didn’t answer but went inside my house. Up to my room, I got dressed, grabbed my wallet and my phone. Cue another problem as the phone began to ring. “Hello?”“Vance, come over.”Fuck. It was. So while other girls in their late teens experienced dating and puppy love and even “petting” in the back seat, I experienced none.It wasn’t until my dad was stationed at Pease Air Force Base in New Hampshire that things finally settled down. He decided that being back in New England was home so he retired from the service and bought a small home in Durham, NH. Durham is a college town, home of The University of New Hampshire. It was there that I met my to be husband, Peter.Peter and I met.