I didn’t really think.”“No, you didn’t. Are you sure this isn’t just a phase?”“No,” I’d said firmly. “Why is it that when guys tur...n gay, it’s like, ‘Oh, he’s definitely gay’ but when a girl says she’s a lesbian people are like, ‘It’s just a phase!’”“I don’t know, Elizabeth, and I certainly didn’t mean it in an anti-feminism way so spare me. I barely hear from you, hardly see you in months, and you call me to tell me you have a girlfriend. I apologize I’m not reacting the way you wanted me to. I. Then I felt a tap on my bottom, the familiar whistle, and SPLAT! I could really feel that cane. ‘See the nice thin mark it makes,’ Jane said. ‘Here, you try it!’ Then my wife was handed the cane by Jane, then I felt the tap, whistle, and SPLAT! This cane really did have more bite to it than the one Mary had given us. ‘Does it feel different than the cane we have?’ my friend asked me. ‘It sure does!’ I answered. ‘Well since I like to always give you ‘six of the best’ with the cane, I will now. Her dark hair fell past my face, creating a tiny room that enclosed our faces. I looked into her eyes, and realized my zipper was down. Her heat radiated between my legs. I imagined I could feel steam building, condensing, dripping across the girth of the ever-growing erection threatening to leap out of my pants. I wasn’t imagining. She was wet. “I’m... a little drunk.” She whispered. “Yeah,” I managed, “me too.” Words were no longer necessary. Our bodies became fluid, and in one motion she. Yet, guys, it was the most incredible life I could have imagined. Mother loved sex with me, she became a playful lust-filled petite sexy woman and I learnt so much from being with her. There is no other woman, my age or older, that I can imagine being with, besides mom. The soft curvy smooth pale skin - the way she sighs when I first sink my penis into her ready vagina - the sparkle in her eye before we even get undressed. What girl my own age would dress in stockings and garter belt and.