Eventually, she accepted that as too difficult to overcome and she simply applied her lipstick more by feel and touch rather than actually seeing the ...esults in the mirror. It was sort of like taking her daddy’s guns apart and putting them back together blindfolded as he always told her it was the best way to understand how they worked and what made them a work of art.She still liked to use the little practice range in the basement and fired his guns using his center of mass philosophy and. Around half an hour later, mom came tumbling into my room and just plunked herself on the bed. I knew she was dead drunk so I went to her to pick her up and take her to her room. I gave her my hands to hold and she did and I pulled her to make her sit up on the bed. She looked up at me and said, “hi jaan, bahut yada pi le hai mane, air tum tho jante ho mai kasi ho jate hun.” I thought she was referring to her bad state and so I said yes. With that drunk smile on her face, she said,” fir fada. Your steady gaze is quite disconcerting, I jump as you lean forward and brush again at a sandy area on the side of my cheek. Your fingers linger just a bit too long for me not to feel a sudden breathlessness again. I pull back and busy myself with attacking the remainder of sand on my dress this enabling me to keep my face down away from you for a bit till I get myself under control again.I just can't believe how your solid body and close proximity are driving me to such thoughts of wanting. Im writing to tell how I lost my virginity. When I was younger I used to have low self-esteem. I was a little over weight, not alot, maybe 10-15lbs more than I should be. I used to think no one would ever want to date me, thats why I loved attention whenever I got it. I eventually met this older boy and we started dating. I had long brown hair (that fell down to my butt), beautiful brown eyes, and tanish skin (cause I was Native American and Hispanic). I was 12 years old at the time. Steve (my.