When she leaned to put her treasured hand on mine, I quickly pulled away and avoided contact. Her smile fell and she looked confused and maybe a bit h...rt. I felt pained by the pain I saw in her. “Why did you do that? I was only teasing you about your name, Al.”“Yes, I know and that’s not it. You know what ‘bella’ means and it was nothing but a simple compliment. I moved away because I thought your hand was going to ‘burn’ me. You know, or at least know that I believe, that you are extremely. "Otherwise, yeah, it would have. Some tourist in London saw me pat a guy on the hand. The next day the tabloids told everyone I was ... canoodling ... with a stranger in a restaurant. I had to have someone explain to me what canoodling even is." Now you can tell me," I said. "I still don't know." Fondling, making out, dry humping, whatever you want to call it," Liz said. "I mean, yeah, it looked like I was holding his hand in the picture. I totally wasn't. I didn't know the guy but he was. I would have fucked her tits or fuck her mouth on those days. I am one of those lucky bastards who had fucked cunt or ass before even knowing what a masturbation is. As promised to her, I never revealed anything to any of my friends. But on my initial days, all I can tell is, having sex was a curiosity to me, as if I got to do what others can do.Nothing like I really liked that feeling except the hot pussy with plenty of lube. I kept pretending I love all the fucking. When I became 20, things. .Suddenly just as I thought I had landed a fantasy dream.... theres a knock on the door.... I go full on paranoid and pull the girls skirt back up over her perfect little untouched pussy.....There stood at the door, slightly moist from the rain is my then Filipino girlfriend.... I thought she was gonna kick my ass but she didn't look surprised in the slightest .... she remained with a cold stare emotionlessnot knowing how to deal with the situation and feeling my cock throbbing in my trousers.