I also must have become a challenge for him. John would ask me about my interests, my home etc, & eventually about sex. "How often do you wank Dave?" ...ave became his name for me. "What do you mean, wank?" "Jesus boy don't you touch yourself, you know your cock" Very embarrassed I would try to change the subject, but John was persistent. Eventually he made me confess to rubbing myself in the morning in bed. This led to practical tutoring in the art of "wanking". He taught by example. We would be. The conversations were risky to say the least. Then she sent me a story about what she would like to do to me. It was erotic, full of lust and the sex was great, she urged me to send her one back which I did. She loved it, and we then started sending stories to each other. Each time they got more erotic, or risky, or just downright dirty and pornographic. I think we learned a lot about each other. But we had never met. Not even once. Hell, we never even talked on the phone. I guess, we were. Before she could question me, I laughed and held my hands In front of me reassuringly, and began to tell her why I was so silent. Smiling broadly, I began, “Moriah, do you fancy a wager?” I asked in the best British accent I could muster. She cocked her head to the side, clearly confused as to where I was going with this. She thought briefly on what I had asked and slowly shook her head in understanding. She had already downed three Ambrosian Mists, and this was her fourth, so I didn't blame. It would be many years before I could say I fucked the shit out of my mother. Before I ever got to eat moms pussy or lick her asshole clean I would have sex with two women. My sister and my grandmother. First how I was able to fuck my sister. My sister is about 3 years older then me and back in the day she used to have to wear one of those brightly colored lemonade hot dog on a stick mini skirts for work. For years I had to suffer sharing the same bathroom, with her dirty underwear, and bloody.