The first was April 20, 1999, the date of the Columbine Massacre.The third is a day in May 2003, the day my oldest sister died unexpectedly.The second... is Sept. 11th, a day that the world I thought I knew became a horrible fantasy.On Sept. 10, 2001, I was a relatively young newspaper employee. I lived about an hour from Shanksville, Pa., the site of the crash of Flight 93.I was in my early 30s, naive and immature. I was clinging tightly to my fading youth and just as tightly to my rapidly. It was then when I knew that I am going to fuck this wild Bengali woman. And this would turn out to be my first sex outside marriage.We walked into my room. Given it was a five star, nobody bothered and we reached my room without any problems. I latched the door as soon as we entered. While it was difficult for me to control, I decided to take this slowly.I made her comfortably sit on the sofa and poured the scotch for both of us. She got rid of her footwear and made herself comfortable. We. " Steve tried to interrupt."Steve; just shut the fuck up and listen for once!" Michele interceded."As I was saying. I have to admit you have opened up a whole new world to me Steve. When I first started crossdressing I never realised how exciting, sexy and downright pleasurable it would be if a man treated me the same as he would treat a woman." Not that you have been at all chivalrous; lets be honest you have forced yourself on me every step of the way."Steve tried to interject again but. Oh, God... oh God! If only she wasn't too late... !Katie stood in a naked, erotic daze between the now stripped, grotesque little monstrosity's legs, having undressed him at his command, the nauseating sight of his deformed body minimized only by the unbelievable spectacle of his massive swollen cock. She had never even imagined such a shaft on a grown man, let alone this little spindle-legged bizarre creature, and now she stared at it in trembling awe while he returned his small stubby finger.