Her son was a complete fuck-up, and her husband was overweight, so she liked having me around. I was "normal", and a good looking k**.I remember one n...ght when my friend and I had finally decided to crash out after drinking, smoking weed and listening to punk rock music. His parents were out of town and we had the house to ourselves. I'm naturally a light sleeper, and my friend was definitely not. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.There I was, basically alone in the house where this. A moment later, her mother reappeared in my bedroom.“She looks fine to me and for now she can have the job at my apartment,” I said, but I wondered how she could feed herself alone there if she cannot cook.A few days later, her mother told me she had been giving her some cooking lessons and now should be able to cook for herself.“She can definitely cook now. She can fry eggs, make coffee, tea, and drinks, for herself and also for you,” Shanty said proudly.My apartment had two bedrooms with. I had always felt different and had never been comfortable in the company ofother men, well, straight men anyway. I had always preferred soft and gentleactivities and conversations to the rough world of sports and the crudebanter of the locker room. Don't get me wrong, I can be very aggressive whenI want to be, but usually only sexually, not aimlessly like some, or evenmost, men. My first sexual experience had left me wondering. The girl and Ihad dated for some time and when we finally went. Willingly surrendering myself to him and the pleasure, I felt a force building up inside of me I had never felt before. Mike switched technique, letting go of my clit and shoving two fingers into me. forcefully moving them up and down he repeatedly hit just the right place. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until I was about to burst. I was only seconds away from what felt like the strongest orgasm yet, he rubbed the baton against my clit, immediately pushing me over the edge. It felt like.