“Please, let me go. I’m sorry I was teasing you.” “Who do you think you’re fooling?” I said. “You came here to get fucked. Now tell me w...at you want. I want you to beg!” I took advantage of her squirming and got the head of my cock deeper into her dripping pussy, moving it in a small circle, teasing her. “You like how that feels don’t you? Tell me you like it.” I could feel her relax a bit, felt her lifting her hips rising to get my cock in her, her eyes on mine, biting her lips to hold back. Intercourse was still a mystery but I didn't feel any needwhen I could blow myself.At around twelve years old I discovered my Mom's lingerie in the clotheshamper that was in our bathroom and was fascinated with the silkiness. Ina very short time I donned her panties, and slips. I would put on acouple pairs of panties, add the slip and roll up in a sheet tightlybinding my arms and legs. I also had a pair of panties over my head withthe crotch over my nose. Her aroma was heaven to me and I would. Just look her in the eye, and you'll be fine." If at any time she starts to cry, walk up to her saying, 'Mom, it's OK. It's OK. Put one hand behind her head and bring her head onto your shoulder. Then hug firmly and stroke, like we talked about." Now, what if things get more sexual, which they very well might. If she puts her hand on your cock, what will you do?" Probably jump right through the roof!" No, no! You tell her it feels good, and let her do it." But no one has ever..." I know. But. All of them like figments of my imagination but each of them power full and unforgettable. I smile as I think back of the magical times on IRC when they lighted up my imagination and fired up the sweetest and sometimes the darkest and desires. I close my eyes as the rock sounds of a band starts the lead singer pours his heart out and is backed by the wailing guitar and the determined drums. My thoughts are drawn to a specific moment in time something sweet that has stayed with me so long after.