"Was it good?" No mum... Terry, I mean, sorry." It's okay. So tell me, tell us, what happened?'"He came in me mouth and I choked on it. And the others...laughed at me. I didn't like it at all." The others?" Oh, yeah, there wus three boys and two girls watched us do it." Well you were only fourteen, choking on him, that's to be expected. But to have the others looking on... that must have been terribly embarrassing." Pardon, mum?" The choking part. You didn't know... weren't ready for him, right?". When I read that story, I started to get a different feel and the flow became strong.At that point, I couldn’t control my feelings. I kept the book on the bed and started to finger myself. But my nails were hurting while doing. So I want to cut my right-hand nails.I got up and went quickly to a drawer and found the nail cutter. Quickly, I trimmed all my right-hand nails and filed it and started fingering again. Because of the eroticism in that story, I was doing fingering vigorously and was. Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because Dad did it and my brother the jerk did it, and I didn't really want to do it, anyway.That wasn't entirely true, though. The fact. As Marty stood up holding my pants I was overwhelmed by the view, four women, nude, NAKED, BARE ASSED and all mine. I've had a lot of sex, straight or kinky and a lot of girls, but that view, that moment, all time highlight of my life.I turned to my mom, "Doris, why don't you lead us to our bedroom, I'll take the tail end, in case I have to shoot any stragglers."Kathy fell in next to me as we moved to the stairs. "I'm willing to be shot, if you use your own personal weapon." And then in a.