45 am. I was angry at myself since I knew that I missed the show but the show was not over because I heard screams from my mom’s bedroom.I rushed fa...ter not minding my steps because I knew they could not hear me because mom was screaming. I was glad I did not miss the whole show.I quickly peeked through my mom’s window and this time, my mom was riding Jagdesh, his dick was in her asshole. Both of them were naked, mom’s petticoat and Jagdesh’s lungi were on the floor. It seemed mom was not. ”“I wish you’d never gotten involved in this in the first place,” she sighed.“You and me both,” I agreed.February 8, 1995, Chicago, Illinois“Do I even WANT to know what you’re doing here?” Doctor Robertson asked.“Contemplating an addition to the family,” I smirked.“I think you’re in the wrong place. You’d need a urologist. And even that would be experimental.”“Not THAT way, Doctor Robertson,” Michelle laughed. “I’m looking for in utero artificial insemination via a sperm bank. Steve’s going to. On weak knees I walked the six miles back to my apartment in town, my emotions in tatters.Angry and frustrated I tried to reason with myself: Was human sexuality so wrong that I would not let my boyfriend (now my ex) touch my pussy? Or that I wouldn’t kiss his cock. Did the sex upset me or was it because I didn’t get any?The weekend after the orgy, I went to the photographic studio of my beautiful artist friend, Chantelle. I wanted to capture my own growth to sexual maturity on camera. We were. She was wearing a pink mini skirt that showed a little more of her booty that was allowed. A matching pink V cut top that hung from her breasts amazingly. I found it very hard to stay awake in this class, so Britney and I would doodle back and forth to each other. I drew a stick figure guy humping this stick figure dog. Britney laughed and said Ewe when she saw it, but she really didnt care. She then drew a picture with two stick figure girls making out. When she passed it to me I was taken.