For me, it started when I was in my early twenties. I was passive about my interest in teenage boys, even though the age difference left a little more...grey area than it does for me now at forty-three. Passive, in that I imagined and fantasized and used the memories of boys and young men I saw or met to fuel a fire when my fingers danced between my thighs. I used my toys and pretended some handsome high school boy was sliding inside me. Those weren’t my only perversions, but they were my. Itne me uski nazar mujh par pari ayur mujhe ghurte dekh kar uski nazar apne boobs par dali to dekh kar muskurane lagi aur apna anchal thik karne lagi par chuk saree pani se bhinga hua tha to uske oopar se bhi ubhar kafi deekh raha tha aur mere sher ko jagane ke liye kafi that.Phir hum office me aye aur preeti se puchh kar maine apna shirt nikal diya jo ki kafi bhinga hua tha. Usne bath room me jakar apni saree se jitna pani nichor sakti thi nichora par saree bhinga hua hi ta jo uske boobs se. This is an actual account of one of my experiences. I am a male cross-dressing Bi-sexual. Versatile but prefer to take the sub bottom role. Chris is a guy I have met a few times, he is top only, well hung, not a good repeater but quite a long stayer. He does not actually do anything to me, just likes to be sucked and fuck, which is fine by me. A typical session has me dressing for him, sucking his cock and balls, then spreading my ass cheeks for him to penetrate my usually tight hole. He fucks. Then from up stairs she heard a big moan which was from Cassie. Sammie slowly and quietly went up stairs to Cassie's door which was slightly opened expecting to see Cassie with a man having sex but to her supprise she seen only Cassie with her vibrator in her pussy and rubbing her clint. Sammie watched her for a while, staring at her naked body masterbating. She had never seen another girl masterbate even though she had done it herself numours times. But then out of nowhere, Cassie was cumming.