If there is one moment in my life that I did not ever want to end ,that was the moment. It was fucking great!! But soon it began to subside and realit...y began to crash back around me,I quickly tidied myself up I began to straighten my hair,all the time thinking ‘what the fuck do i do now’. Should i creep out the front door and pretend I had never been there?Should I confront them and have a real slagging match with them both?In the end I decided to do a bit of both. I went back to the front door. The penis in my bung rammed so hard into me I cried out in anguish as the pain of it's entrance flooded over me. The guy in front of me stepped aside and some one else replaced him. This one was not as huge but much longer and had no trouble sliding deep into my oral orifice. The head struck the back of my throat and my eyes bulged as he grabbed the back of my head and bottom of my chin. With no concern of my comfort he rammed his skinny penis into my throat, my gagging reflex milked his man. She removed my towel and made me totally naked. She started to rub her hands on my slightly hairy chest and said it made me masculine to her touch. I put my hand inside her kameez and started trying to feel her boobs directly. She said wait it is hurting like that and told me to remove her kameez. I was finding it a little difficult as my hands were trembling being first time opening girls dress.She helped me remove it and soon her pink lacy bra was very much visible which increased the ache in. But that year, under my insistence, my mother finally yielded to my wish to spend a holiday in Sicily. I had always been passionate about the South. In my dream, Sicily was always covered in gold. Everything was gold: the golden Baroque cities glistening under the glowing sun of August, and far away, the gently rising mountains of Theocritus directing our gaze to Homer's wine-dark sea. Now when I look back at myself at the age of fifteen, I recall only two pieces of literature that lent my.