If you ask me about a topic in those time periods I can probably have a conversation with you.examples:Q.How old were you when x?I don’t know. (Unle...s it’s something that left a deep mark. Say, the first time someone put a knife to my throat or that time I made out with a 32 year old woman. I was sixteen)If the question is object oriented I do better.Q: “How do you do x? or Was Uncle so and so mean or nice?”R: “You do x or he was very nice.”Problem come when someone asks: “Can you do that x in. ”I put my arm around him, he fondled my breast quite non-chalantly.He asked “So what do you want to do today”“Well I feel a little icky from last night, how about a shower.”I led him into the bathroom, he took off his shirt and pants quickly, his hard dick sprung free. I walked into the shower and turned on the hot water, he quickly followed and jumped in with me. I turned on the shower.He pushed my body against the glass door and started kissing me intensely. He moved to my breasts and started. . be even more gratifying... I became bolder, or so it seemed. I humped and grinded my pussy against her mouth aggressively, never mind she was my boss, a lady of quality and substance. And in her own living room!I felt like Inga... like Inga when she fucked my mother, treating her like nothing more than a piece of meat. Anything goes... the end justifies the means. And my end was to cum... God how I loved to cum, to feel my heart racing, the loss of every inhibition, and experience absolute. ‘Mmm,’ Vera purred. ‘Lucien?’ ‘Yes Babe?’ ‘Let’s go somewhere.’ her voice was pitched low, lustful and husky. He nodded, his nose brushing against her dewy neck. They got into Lucien’s truck and he started driving. The windows were open and as they left town and headed down a country road the crickets and cicadas made a soothing background music. Vera felt drunk though she’d certainly burned off her beer with dancing hours ago. She licked her puffy lips and her eyes were heavy lidded as she.