I started imagining sexual things when I was about ten years old, masturbating a few years later. I had made a promise to myself to lose my virginity ...y fifteen, and have tons of sex. But that had come and gone. Id held onto my precious flower for three years longer than Id planned, and was completely disappointed that actual sex wasnt what I expected. Girls in romance novels became raging nymphomaniacs as soon as the guys throbbing cock busts through their steel-enforced hymens. So why hadnt. He might panic andwe'll never get him to do the act. Give me a couple of days like thatand he should be ready for the weekend crowd." Okay, but ya got till Thursday night to git the kid ready...buuuurrrrrpppp!" Pete said as he let out a loud belch.Joanne left quickly as she was about to loose her cookies. Pete hadbeen chowing down on a plate of pickled pig's feet and was making a bigmess on his already filthy shirt. "That man is such a fucking pig," shesaid to herself as she went out the. I reached her house. After i paid for auto I called her name, She came running and i hugged her and started crying. I told her everything. She wasn’t shocked. She said she knew this would happen so she was protecting me from him. She told something which shocked me. He tried to get her too and he had tried so many other girls which she knew. I left her place and reached house.I was so disturbed after this. I was feeling like committing suicide. I wanted to. I was searching something in net and. "Eyes forward, Darling!" I obey, and shortly hear the rustle of silk falling to the floor. I feel her behind me. A slippery finger finds its way between my skin and the black lace parting my ass. My muscles clench as her wet finger tickles at my tight opening. Her finger pulls away and I feel the back of my panties pulled down a bit. My cock is still bound in tight lace, but my ass is exposed save for the small amount of lace still clenched by my tense muscles. Her hand returns, her fingers yet.