Only, instead of standing there watching him, I trapped him in — locked the door behind me. I forced him to his knees, grabbed his pretty straw-colo...ed femboi hair, and forced his pouty little face into my soggy cunt where it belongs. I ground my hips into him, his head trapped between my clit and the wall. I held him there, ordered him to get to licking, and felt his tongue start working reluctantly against my lips as he cried. sploosh I cant stop thinking about it. I actually keep cursing. I'd love to have sex, but it just hasn't happened yet." It'll happen. You'll see. If I were you, I'd save it for somebody special. I just had it with some guy and he really didn't love me like he said he did. So make sure to do it when you meet somebody really nice that say's he loves you. Make sure to make it memorable. My first time was really nothing great." Have you kissed anyone? A guy or a girl?" No. I've never been kissed or kissed anybody ever." You're kidding. You've never had a kiss. My hair was long and slightly wavy. I finished drying off and got dressed. I went down stairs to the kitchen table. My dad was eating his usual eggs and bacon. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and began to eat. Im gonna be gone for the weekend. I wont be here when you get home, my told me. Alright, I said, without question, partly because this wasnt unusual (dad was a businessman who traveled a lot) and partly because that meant I had a chance to party. (my mom left when I was young, meaning I. ”She smiled, “Yes, the white culture would call them cousins. Our culture does not have words for uncle, aunt, or cousin. We are all part of the family. My sister’s son is my son. My son is her son. Our culture is inclusive; we rely on and support each other. The white culture divides and separates. That diminishes family support.”I thought about how I often described myself as not having any family left. She was right, though. What if uncles, aunts, and cousins were as closely tied as these.