I am one of those guys who had cocked my life up all the time until I met Terry. Then things were all right for a while before everything went complet...ly wrong.I often wished I could just click a button, like on a TV remote control, rewind a few moments or an hour, or a day, a year, and do that part of my life all over again, but do it right this time, knowing the pitfalls of previous actions.One of my favourite films is Groundhog Day, where the hero has to replay a single day in his life over. A couple years later, hormones began to kick in. I was 10 when I started masterbating. Trying to fit different objects into my pussy. Starting with my tooth brush handle. My nipple became very sensitive and didn't need much to make me horny. I had a girl best friend, at 11 and again, we came up with a game. I would pretend to be a guy and she was the girl. We would make out and suck eachothers developing tits. One time we Aqgot another girl involved and we would group kiss but the more further. I would give almost anything to feel the first push under my bones. Almost anything to hear him whisper ‘honeypie’, or ‘dollface’, or the one who called me ‘sugar’, and especially the one who simply said my name as if it were more holy than God. When I see the young ones, with the sweat from the plastic cups of their iced lattes dripping onto their crossed tanned legs, I feel him pushing my thong down my hips. I feel the elastic peeling down my ass crack, I feel the fabric slide down my knees. Then, using the same fingers, repeated the motion until Linda could see the spit drip down over the back of the girl’s hairy pussy. He pushed his cock close to his wife’s face and she was horribly surprised at the joy that surged through her at the thought of tasting him at last. But something changed. He stopped, and dipped his fingers into her mouth again to slick them all and transfer the lube to his swollen head. He positioned the girl carefully so that Linda was practically looking into.