She looked like those women in the Oil of Olay commercials, who are supposed to be in their forties and fifties, but look more like they’re in their...thirties. To say I was surprised, is like saying eating raw Jalapeno peppers will make your mouth warm.She also knew that the pictures would be taken in my mother’s bedroom. She seemed to be in a hurry, so my jeans shorts were left lying on the dresser, where I’d set them aside, and I followed her to Mom’s room. Without any fanfare at all, she. Now am coming to the real story happened in one month ago. I am working in a top MNC in Chennai. I used to help student whatever i know (my talent to them). Even i used take tuition for them if they need. I registered in top website for tuition. One fine morning when i opened my mail, one lady named Kavya(named changed for secrecy) mail me that i found your profile in that tuition requirement website. She told me that her son studying 6th standard in reputed school in Chennai and told me that. I went to my dad’s office and asked to borrow a notebook. I decided I was going to keep a journal or diary.I felt it would give me a way to order my thoughts and to go back and review my actions. It would have to go in the lockbox because I was going to write my innermost thoughts, my feelings, my ideas, my dreams. And I was going to write about sex.I sat down at my desk and started writing about the previous day’s events. How I felt, what I thought, and about the intense lovemaking. I. Back in those days, girls never wore pants or shorts like they do today, they wore dresses. The necklines were high and showed no hint of any cleavage above what were called bosoms back then.I would try to be within ear shot of some of the older boys when they talked about the sex they were having. They would talk about their dates with the girls that were called ’loose’ back then. They would laugh as they mentioned those girls that would suck a guy’s cock. They would then elbow each other in.