This event actually happened to me almost 20 years ago. I have taken a bit of literary license with what we each were thinking at the time.How did you...learn about sex? Sometimes we learn in Sex Ed at school, sometimes a parent sits you down and explains it. This is the story of how I learned much of what I know about sex.It was a hot summer day when I was 11 years old. My 12 year old brother and I were two houses down the street playing ball in the back yard with Eric who was also 12. In the. A little harmless fantasy didn't go astray, and this fellow cafe patron was ideal for a leading role in her next one.So she studied him extensively from behind her own dark glasses, sipping her coffee as she memorised every visible inch of the man before her.Suddenly he turned straight to her, removing the glasses and smiling at her, a smile to make her melt. "Excuse me, miss, but you look lonely there. May I join you?" His voice was deep, mesmerising, sexy.Afterwards, she would never be able. Then a finger parted her lips and gently felt her inner moisture. Then a second finger joined the first, searching for whatever lost treasure they could find in her secret place. George then leaned down and wrapped his lips over Sasha’s clit and started swirling his tongue in circles over it. Fireworks were going off inside her. She hadn’t felt the tender touch of a man for years. The last few years of her marriage, she was sexually abused by her husband. His sex was rough and brutal. He would. ." She started to reach up for him and pull him towards her when he abruptly pushed forward into her. She was so wet that he slid in easily and both of them moaned softly at the sensation. It was so satisfying to at last get what she wanted, that it was almost enough. Until he drew back and started to push in again. Then she never wanted it to stop. His hands stayed on her legs for support as he continued to push into her and drawback. For how much tension had built between them he somehow.