I find the blog not precise enough, although the author did make one important difference in his simple question."I want to know when - at which age -... you knew you wanted to have sex, not when you first actually did it indeed"I am amazed how many noticed his blog over a year time, because the uploader has not a very prominent profile.I am amazed by the differences in the answers and the apparent honesty of those cunning comments popping up.I re-read it every now and then, there are many. DING DONGIt must be Thomas. He came to see how I am doing, Charles thought.Charles got up from the sofa, slowly walking towards the front door. He wore nothing but his short white pants. Summer wasn't over yet but it wasn't September yet either. Charles reached the front door. Should he go peek through the window next to the front door. He decided he didn't have to. It was probably just Thomas paying him a visit and checking up on his friend's health.Charles opened the front door. When he saw. She felt an ache between her legs that melded with the glowing pleasure-heat and her eyes widened as, although only semi-conscious in the heat ofher desire, she realized what was happening. "Hoohhh! Bill!" the girl cried out as she felt a hot ache in her loins. "Hunnhh Bill?" Oohhh darling... Rachael... Help me... hold me," and he guided her hand down to grasp the huge pole that was collared in the never-fucked mouth of her fat, juicy cunt.The ingenuous girl felt the thick hardness, trying to. I'm going to shave you, honey every few days. So no... itchingthen? OH! OH!" he grunted as he thrusted. I was also overcome withanother orgasm, more massive then the first! It was beautiful! He thencuddled with me for several minutes. I licked him clean, and I actuallyfound our juices tasty! He then toileted, as I watched (had never seen aman pee before!). I then used the toilet as he held my hand. We talkedabout our love, our combined life, and our future as both a couple and afamily. I saw.