I was too small to understand, but I sensed that it wassomething important."Mom, what it's like to have a baby?" I asked when coming home, and mymothe... offered some explanation that she seemed to be fit for my age."I want to have a baby too! When I grow up, I will be pregnant and willhave a baby!" Mother didn't reply to me, but the silence felt awkward,and I understood that I had said something wrong.Another early memory is of envying the girls' dresses and bows inkindergarten. I especially. The house was large and rambling, set well back from the road as were all the houses in this neighborhood. Tucked into one side of the city, the development essentially consisted of small estates with homes separated by dozens if not tens of dozens of yards.It was here that the Maxwell's moved, into a house that had been long abandoned after the last murder-suicide. Several years ago an attorney's wife went mad and killed her three young children. Covered in her children's blood she waited. I said nothing but just reached out run my hand over her naked back and shoulder as she set to work.This morning was different from yesterday. Last time had the feeling of something done from the textbook, doing it the way it had been taught. This time, I could tell she was on a voyage of discovery. Her hands stroked the skin up and down my shaft as she shifted it this way and that, testing its resilience, and her fingers were feeling my scrotum as if trying to get the measure of what was. Carlos had made it clear to her, many times, that he preferred anal sex to regular intercourse and that he enjoyed taking a girl from behind."Oh, don't worry. I still plan to fuck you in the ass, but I want to watch your face while I do it," he explained. She shrugged, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.Carlos grinned, kneeling between her parted thighs. She placed a pillow under the small of her back, to elevate her buttocks, and rested her ankles upon his shoulders while he.