I don’t think mother planned that, but not seeing girls made me want to see one, at first because I was curious, and then because deep inside my hor...ones started to boil.The second (!) time I asked mother about women, she sighed, whispering that we, men, only think about that. She then added that at the end of high school I may meet a girl.I could only imagine what it would be like, how she would be dressed, about what we would talk.I hoped she would have a similar education because I felt it. I reached down and petted his head: “Good dog,” I said as he continued his licks and I went back to my homework. But not for long. It was stupid and wrong but that doggie tongue was arousing my fanny. Speaking of words, my girlfriends and I would talk about boys and things and dirty words, as we called them, including the word “fanny.” My best girlfriend, Varda, laughed when I told her what the doctor had done to my “fanny.” “Silly!” she had said, “that’s such an old word. We call our. It came with a thrust and although she struggled he held her till every drop had been sent into her mouth even though saliva and cum were seeping from the corners of her mouth, he kept his cock in that mouth till not a drop was left in his now reddened balls; he then released her.He handed her a tissue from the box on a bench as well using one to wipe his prick. "I'll take you to where the conveniences are so you can wash your mouth and while you are doing that I'll make us a coffee", he said. .., what...?"His spluttering, hesitant reply was cut off abruptly."Look, Carlo, I've come quite a distance in this awful weather, onChristmas Eve, to bring your Christmas present, I need you to let me in,NOW!" Tanya's reply was forceful, compelling. Carlo's mind raced some more ashe looked down at what he was wearing, and thought of his face, the make-up he had carefully applied. He groped in desperation for a way out, asolution."I'm so sorry, Tanya, it's very nice of you, but I'm naked, I was.