But I don’t feel afraid tonight.”I looked at him with a frown on my forehead.“Ewan, why would you be afraid to ask me anything? Am I scary?”�...No, but it is personal. Are you sure?”At that moment I wasn’t sure I was sure. What had I opened myself up to?But I said, “Go ahead. Out with it.”He looked down and then back up at me before asking, “How old were you when you first did it?”“When I first did it?” I said, cruelly. I knew, of course, what he meant, but I was playing for time, or hoping he’d. This is Raj from Goa. I have always wanted to speak my heart out about my real sex story and yeah I guess today I will share it out with you guys.You could sure get back to me on my email id Looking forward to make some great friends.Well to begin with I would like to tell you guys about me. This incident goes way back to the time when I was a kid.I had just hit puberty with a trail of moustache beginning to sprout above my lips, a 18 year old cute guy pretty slim and had a cute smile. Many. I’m hopeless.”“You know dear, you don’t need a man to have sex with. Your father travels a lot and I have orgasms all the time without him. I have a whole chest filled with orgasmic style toys. I also have a Sybian, which is a fucking machine. You can still get off without a man.”“Mother! That’s gross!”“Gross? You’re the one who said you haven’t had sex. Why don’t we go upstairs, and I’ll show you some of my favorites.”“Wouldn’t that be weird? You’re my mother. Should you be showing me. I knew that assoon as he stepped over to the wash-basin to wash his hands, hewould see me, and if, somewhere a little voice was mutteringsomething about being hanged for a sheep instead of a lamb,another little voice was pointing out that the importantdifference was between being hanged by the neck or by the balls.But then, without bothering to wash his hands, he used the towel(the towel I had frequently used up to that point, and neversince) to wipe both his hands and the end of his prick, and.