But when I took the rollers out of my hair, mycurls were flat! I was desperate! Only an hour before she came and Ilooked like a mess. Mommy found me i... the bathroom, crying my eyes out,trying to make my hair look like something."Come with me, dear. Do you remember my electric rollers? We'll getyour hair looking pretty in no time!" And she did. Mommy gave me a verysophisticated looking style. And then she helped me get my makeup justright. I felt beautiful, and so grown up. I couldn't wait for. We wentinto a large bedroom and she begantaking her clothes off. She took off herblouse, then her bra, her breastswere bigger than I had imagined, theybounced down. She stopped andthen she unzipped my jeans.By this point my cock was throbbing,she pulled down my jeans and thenmy boxers. My cock thrust out readyfor her pussy and she held it andstarted to masturbate me. My cockwas so hard and there was pre cumcoming out. I unzipper her jeans andpulled them down over her nice hips.I could see her. I felt my hole stretching over the thick mushroom tip and just when I thought it was too much, it slipped past my tight ring causing me to moan."Ohhh, your pussy's tight," Jack said, leaning over me and kissing my shoulder.Slowly and steadily, Jack pushed his thick cock into my tight ass, while kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders. His cock was only slightly bigger than the dildo I normally used on myself, but the warm fleshy member felt so different from the cold latex. I pressed my face. Reggae nights on Thursday, back yard parties on Fridays, Clubs on Saturdays and whatever I could find on Sundays. It wasn’t too long before I remembered that I was quite shy and not the best at picking up women. Well, to be truthful, I was horrible at it. I would get very nervous, start to stutter and eventually scare any interested woman away. I became depressed again.This was the late 1990’s (yes I’m old, 40 to be exact) and the internet chat scene was just starting to bloom. Not sure if.