Life could have taken many turns but his mom, Holly, was a strong woman who avoided despair and instead concentrated on raising her son as best she co...ld as a widowed mother. Her husband's life insurance had paid off the mortgage with a little left over, she worked as a fitness instructor to earn extra cash, she enjoyed both the work and meeting all the women in the neighbourhood to find out the latest gossip. If she was lonely she made sure to make up for it by keeping busy with a wide circle. She had not shown the least embarrassment, had shown the film and explained about masturbation (they all knew that bit) periods, (that was new) intercourse, (that was hopeful) pregnancy, birth, and infections (woops dodgy) in a bland sort of in X year the romans invaded and stayed to Y sort of way. It was perhaps academically the right way to go about the lesson, but come on, 28 young men about 15years old, in a room with a shapely, (at least to them) 22year old teacher talking about the one. Toby reached over me and kissed me on the mouth, tasting the remnants of salty cum, all the while slowly inserting his index finger into my pussy. The first finger was then joined by a second and then by a third, as Toby squished his fingers in the mix of my girl cum and Mike's spunk, before pulling his cum covered fingers out of my pussy with a loud "plop" sound. The fingers then slowly slide down to my asshole, where Toby gently pushed and probed until one finger, then two and three where. ”—B. Barmanbek, Culpa Innata3 APRIL 2019I’m too young to fall in love. My inner eighty-year-old continues to tell me that I’m only fifteen and that at least five years will pass before I can even consider a long-term relationship. But my outer teen wants to write poetry and sing love songs.And I know—absolutely know!—how absurd it is to think of a permanent commitment. One in three marriages end in divorce and the number is rising. The odds against finding my one-and-only soulmate at this stage.