I hadn't actually been with another before, so I told her, "No." She said, "It looks like it would be more fun than being with a guy--less painful, I ...would imagine." I about died.Instantly I became wet thinking about her going down on me. That's when I said, "Honestly, I would like to try it sometime." I knew my face was getting red, I could feel my cheeks burning.She looked at me. She started to blush, too. We both knew my parents were at work for the next 2 hours, almost... and we both knew. None of the women that I ever met seemed to match up to the picture that I had in my mind of a wife. Although exactly what that picture was, I didn't really know.It was in 1972 that things began to change, although I didn't know it at the time. A friend and I were on holiday in Venice, Italy of all places. I don't why I like Italy so much, but I'd been there quite a few times before.The two of us were sitting at an outside café in St Marks Square knocking back what the Italians call beer.. I took cloth and cleaned the cum.She was begging to fuck her. I showed my boner and told it has to raise again, she told me to raise it. So I told it is not in my hand, you give blow job it will raise, she agreed and took my penis as ice cream and started sucking it. I was in cloud nine. Within seconds it was erect again and I started mouth fuck her and put my cum in her mouth. She tasted it and felt weird. Again I told her to erect my penis by giving blow job she did it.Then I told her to come. “Very much so,” replied Cal, “and why not? Your daughter is a spirited vivacious young woman who knows how to carry herself,” he said. Monica moved closer toward Cal on the porch. Turning her blue and yellow sandals inward to face his black “Boss” shoes, before placing her hand on the leg of his cream colored suit pants. “Just like her Mom,” she whispered in his ear, before resting her hand on the sleeve of his crisp white shirt. “Things were not always easy for her, growing up without a.