I had spent too many summers swimming in Cayuga Lake, too many winters sledding with friends. I had my problems here and there, but mostly I had only ...ood memories. I just needed a change. When I was growing up, we vacationed in North Carolina, where my mom's parents lived. That was where I first surfed; yes, people can surf on the East Coast. They surprised me by moving to North Carolina after my dad retired. I liked North Carolina well enough, but Ithaca was home and I'd been my job for a. Exactly how it affected him I would never know.You may have already read about my inclinations towards exhibitionism, and how I would partly satisfy that urge with role-play with my old friend and lover Alex. (Look for “How I started being an exhibitionist”.) Mr Burgess flickered briefly but brightly into my life shortly after that but I can recall every detail, every feeling, as if it is happening as I write. It began with a simple supermarket shopping trip, and here I will tell you what. "Who was this woman? As uncertain as he was, he found it impossible not to play along, impossible not to kiss her deeply when she moved onto his lap, impossible not to fuck her like a wild animal in their bed, and finally, impossible not to wonder what went through her mind as she found her second orgasm under him, thrashing and screaming just as she had promised.Afterwards she lay pressed against him, slowly running her fingers over his chest and nipples. She looked so satisfied, no, contented. I also have no memory of my father. He left us when I was only 18 months. He just seems to have vanished as I can’t find anyone who might be him on social media and if mom knows anything she isn’t saying.Our place opens into the living room with the kitchen behind. To the left is my mom’s room and to the right is my room. I head toward my room.Going through the door into my room, my double bed is in the corner taking up most of the room and my dresser is next to that. There’s not a lot of space.