People started to call me "Wild Man". My hair frizzed out, then down to my shoulders. My feet were very callused. I wore a leather loincloth if I wore...anything at all. I guess I fit that name really well. One time a really cute college girl came to interview me. She had to keep at me for the interview and finally screw me before I'd tell her my story. No, screwing me was not payment for the interview. My real name and picture was put on the front page of the college paper. The title of the. I watched Cindy open it. My Cindy, that almost always smiles. And when she started reading, her face sort of caved in."What's wrong, Cindy?" I asked."Oh, Terri, it's my mom, just being my mom, like she's always been." I'm sorry, Cindy," I said. "Is it stuff I'm not supposed to know about?" Oh, Terri," she said, her eyes sort of wet, "Most of the world is stuff you're not supposed to know about. But you do." Stuff I'm not supposed to talk about?" I said, changing the angle."Kinda. Mom is not. Her belly was fully rounded and had started an extra crease just above where her her pube line would be but she was what you would still call hourglass shape, if a little full. I reckoned I was going to enjoy myself. “What do you mean Ray?” asked Carl, also standing up and helping Blossom to her feet. “Oh you can fuck her but not now because I’m going to fuck her first,” I said slowly and winking at Blossom who wandered to my side. I smoothed my hand through her wiry mop and cuddled her bare. Anyway, I had the pleasure of her company for over a week.Our first time, was magical, again subjective; but I had had no wish to hurt her. We had retired to my room in the male dormitory, but I already had a private room for myself, as both a freeman, and on the fast track for promotion. She was shivering, her fear was also from having listened to her peers, some of whom were treated with contempt, and many having no prospects of any kind of better life.I had sat her down, she couldn’t relax,.