On the way back to Melanies house we stopped at a photo booth where I had to pose wearing the princess T-shirt with my bra strap visible, I had to pos... with no T-shirt on, the bra clearly visible, and I had to pose with the panties in one hand and the skirt in the other, I was kissing the panties. A strip of four photos of each pose were collected and kept by Sharon.Once at Melanies house my humiliation started in earnest.No sooner had the door closed behind us than Sharon ordered me to kneel. She made sure I received a special shirt and other treats so I knew the attraction was there, but we kept everything professional for about 2 years. One day she said she was being replaced and when I gave her a farewell hug, it was just a bit too intimate and I knew there was more there to be had. I decided to check her out on FB and sure enough she was there so I requested she add me and she did...way too enthusiastically. It took a few conversations but she finally invited me to her place. My heart fluttered every time she said it. I'd given one boy a blowjob at that time. Sarah's vagina was so much sexier. And I loved how she watched me, enjoying me discovering her body, exploring sex with a woman with her. She guided me through it that first time, teaching me how to please her and what made her cum. The first time she had an orgasm while my mouth was filled with her vagina, there was no turning back for me.Now, I come into her bathroom every morning and we don't really even say. An advert masquerading as programming, a couple of wet and soulless muppets swimming mindlessly from one end of the container to the other, perpetually gargling on the same lame jokes to sell the same iffy product. John didn’t mind, though – he had a cone, then another, and relaxed. The world seemed much more pleasant to John when he was stoned, with everything less threatening and the intensity turned down a notch. It helped him function at a more intuitive level, instinctive and impulsive..