I must be gay kept running through my mind, but how could that be, I wondered. I decided that I needed some breakfast and time to think. I got dressed...and returned to the diner where Roger had bought me a meal the day before. A waitress with bit tits spilling out of her blouse approached and asked, “May I take your order?” My eyes fixated on her tits, and she asked again, “May I take your order?” I responded, “Yes I will take special number one.” As she walked away, I could feel a sudden surge. It was tough with Sara moaning and sitting on my face. My face was covered in her juices. Sara’s hands were pulling at her nipples. She was getting close to cumming. I felt the razor cutting my pubic hair. What am I going to tell my husband? What if he comes home soon?Sara’s orgasm was building. Somehow, the conflict between going crazy sucking on Sara and my hips and waist trying to stay calm was driving me close to the edge also. Steve abruptly put a finger into my pussy. I cried out in. " Her grin grew wider and she lifted her left leg over my prone figure, deliberately raking her big toe softly across the head of my cock as she did so making it bounce from side to side like one of those springloaded rides you often see in playgrounds, i half expected it to make a "BOING!" noise. Now she was at my side and shifted her weight so she could turn to face me as she lifted her right leg across my chest and straddled me, her big brown eyes never leaving my gaze, "Fuck you are so. Kids at school dont know anything about my life. Im popular in a social standing kind of way, but im alone inside. Sorrry I keep getting distracted; so anyways, i was 11 years old surfing on my moms computer. I was on google images, trying to figure out what a mature womans body would look like. Come on, i was 11! haha. i had typed in "13 year old naked" expecting something to show up, all i got was images of people having sex. up untill i was 11, i always thought having sex was giving a blow.