I was taught by my mother and elders not to look at men and stay away from them. So I was following that way and religious Islamic law. In my teenage....I had feelings to speak and look at men and started to like men. I had interest to listen stories from other women while talking about men. By that time I even understood as what happens when it's wedding night from my aunts and cousins. I was getting more interested. As the rules of my family I was not allowed to look or speak at men. But. .. didn't look at all like Dave's stuff - it was compact and efficient, for one thing - and it was helpfully annotated in German. So probably not his at all.Finally tracked the boss man down one afternoon and as expected he was no use at all - well, not directly: Promised to get me an e-mail address for the people who'd written it, but not before the next morning. Well, OK, I thought ... get on with other stuff. Except that I kept coming back to the conundrum. Despite myself, I needed to know. It's gonna be my first time, too."John was confused for a moment. He knew it wasn't Sam's first time for fucking, so that meant ... holy shit! Sam had never been fucked either, and he was going to let John...But John didn't have time to think about the future right then, because all he could think about—or feel—was the enormous dickhead pressing against his virgin hole. For a stud who had fucked the boy in the john so roughly only a short time be­fore, Sam was being strangely gentle. John. Before leaving the parking lot, I got out of the truck and snipped two of her valve stems with my baling wire cutters, one in front, and one in back. I was a little pissed off. I don't know why I didn't clip a few of his also.The rest of the day dragged on extremely slowly. I picked up the kids after work, went home, and fixed supper. When she came in, I asked, how her day was, and she said OK except that she had a flat tire. One of the guys at worked changed it for her. Nothing else was ever.