And I wasn't lying.He fingered me again till I came. I was extra loud so that his roommate could hear, which Paul loved. I said I wanted him to cum on...my face as I had a joke in mind but he said wasn’t done yet. He put my legs up, spread them, mounted me, and with all his weight began to drill me. I came instantly.He lifted my legs even more as he carried on fucking but he went so deep that I was getting sore. I asked if he had lube. He had lotion and I smeared it over my ass and he was shocked. He lowered me to the bed, peeled the clothing from our bodies and settled between my thighs to taste me, salty and tangy, his lips tugging pleasure from my sensitive swollen sex. His hands explored and fingered, arousing me ever higher until an eruption of sparks from deep within burst to cascade over my shoulders and chest as joy unspeakable gushed forth. For two hours he plundered my treasures, despoiled me, laid me bare. And in the end I screamed his name. I begged him to claim me, to own. When I looked in I had the thrill of my life, she was stark naked, completely unaware of my hungry eyes she walked over to her bed and dropped down on it, not even turning out the lamp beside the bed. I had a spontaneous orgasm and since I slept in an over-sized tee shirt it shot onto the floor. I went into the bathroom, jerked of f then grabbed some paper towels to wipe out the evidence of my reaction to seeing Mom’s tits and pussy. Back in my bedroom I pulled off my tee shirt and lay with a. But they never mentioned a single word about it. Within a few years I did discover the joys of masturbating, but my fantasies at the time were mostly of girls I knew, and of the usual type, I'm sure. Blowjobs were a prime source of inspiration, of course, and about as likely to happen with the girls I knew as finding a million dollars lying on the street. And while there were also some sexual fantasies of guys as well, they were not connected in any concrete way to my girl feelings, to girl.