"Get off of her! Your hurting her! Move!" I yelled as I ran over andpushed this woman. Stunned the woman stopped and looked at mom. They both look...ed at meand laughed. I was confused. Wasn't mom just screaming? She should behappy I was helping her not laughing at me. My mom pulled me to herbreast and laid me down. She explained what they were doing. Sheexplained a lot that day. She taught me about vaginas and differentthings women liked to do to make them feel good. She was not hurt, shewas. When I might otherwise have had the inclination to swoon, what I was thinking was, "Bask in the warmth of your presence as a rose resumes its growth when revived from the chill of the night by the morning sun, and be nourished by the sound of your sweet voice."Pete who?Pietro was rich, charming and supremely confident. Even his posture said he could buy anything, get anything, do anything and have anyone he wanted.His confidence was topped with just a soupçon of arrogance. I recognized it. .i couldn't make you cum”This had clearly caught Monica of guard as she jolted back “That's what you're disappointed about, seriously?' Ruby gestured frantically to signify her agreement. Sighing with vexation Monica placed her hand finely under her disheartened dearests chin.“Ruby...I want you to look at me”She decreed shifting her voice to one of the more domineering variety. Ruby failed to listen far to absorbed with her overreacting foolishness. “Ruby Rose! I said look at me” A connection. I spent every sunny day on the beach, and in the evenings worked as a barman in a large holiday village nearby.I had a lot of sex that summer, working in a holiday village meant a constant supply of women who considered sex an essential part of the holiday experience, my partners ranged from girls of my own age to well preserved married women in their 40s. However, I sensed that something was not quite right, I made love to the ladies because it was the thing to do and sometimes my conquests.