She wouldcrave kinky sex. A pure nymphomaniac, with an itchy cunt. Household choreswere the next best thing to sex. She had to wear bright red lipstic...k andnail polish. Any rock rap or modern music would sound, like nails on achalk board to her. Her speech would be a slow stammer, as if she wasrecovering from a stroke. Though she would always be happy with her bodywhen Mr. Young was in the house. If he was away, once her chores weredone, she would automatically go to the nearest mirror, knowing. Yet blessedly, it ended as the door swung inwards.There she stood, her legs clad in sleek, black stockings, a vibrant, lilac robe covering the rest of her, loosely-tied and open wide enough to make it obvious she wore no bra. Her chestnut hair was tied up in a bun, but a few loose strands hung in front of her face. Her pink lips smiled at the sight of me. “You’re early, Peter,” she observed, her eyes unhurriedly looking me up and down.“I couldn’t wait, Michelle.”“Come in,” she beckoned, opening. When Saturday came around, I had it allplanned out. I would hit the gym for my spinning class then do some lastminute shopping then head home, order some take out then, boom it's Erikatime.As I entered the spinning class, I noticed that Jessica was not there, shesaid she was going but oh well maybe something came up. I got on a bike towarm up, and I should mention that I was indeed wearing shorts, albeitlonger shorts. Just as the class was about to begin, Jessica came upbeside me and jumped. She broke up with me because I got fresh with her.”He asked a number of questions about that relationship, then asked about my next one, which was Jennie McGrath. I refused to even give her first name, but did describe the age difference and how I’d ended up losing my virginity to her. From there we talked about Birgit, then Melanie, and how that came about and then about the other girls I was with after that. We ran up to the end of the session and he said that next time he wanted to talk to.