I didn’t get much freedom or privacy those days to understand about sex. But I used to collect sex magazines and story books from my friends secretl... and read and masturbate thinking about it.While reading these types of books I used to think about our beautiful neigbour Susila (Name changed) and masturbate. She had good sized boobs and a round ass. Her ass and the boobs were very attractive and those always tried to come out from her blouse. She used to wear very sexy dress. That time she was. A pair of endless, tanned legs extended from the brief skirt, and Jay's eyes travelled inexorably downwards, following them over firm thighs and curvy calves, to her perfect little feet, one of them rising in and out of the clear plastic mule she wore. His cock rose powerfully in his pants, and he was filled with the urge to jam his dick underneath that soft little sole, to rub his weeping cockhead against the smooth skin of her thighs, to take hold of her hips and stuff her full of his. I formed an early love for that boy on crutches that stayed a well-kept secret. Our teacher rudder barely knew we existed. I am pretty sure his first memory of angie was walking in on her sucking a hot boys dick. He said ‘sorry’ and let her finish. The first play we auditioned for was ‘the lion, the witch and the wardrobe.’ I had been acting since gifted summer school in elementary school. I was no untrained freshman without skills. It was the first time I gave it my best shot. I wanted. Maybe she involuntarily pees a bit and farts while I am wiping her and a bit of her pee lands on my hand. I imagine this scenario with different kinds of women - young women around 18, or older women around 50. I especially love hairy women - it's just a fascination for me - a hairy bush. And I imagine needing to clean the poop out of the hair around her asshole and vagina. I think about other aspects of her too - bathing her and feeding her. Her relying on me for everything. I think maybe it.