What had I missed all those years ago? I watched him in sudden amazement. How had I missed that? He was scared! Why would he be scared? He knew how to... swim. He’d been a lifeguard for years at the local Y, while I’d been too scared to dip my little toe into the water for fear I’d drown. Sure I’d learned how to swim, the hard way. He’d pushed me in and sang out in his most authoritative voice ‘Sink or swim brother, its all up to you!’ I’d swam, and hated him since that incident. I guess I still. Maine uski chut mein ungli dali or hilane laga usse masti cha rhi thi or wo mjhse baar baar uppar ane ko kh rhi thi but maine kha itni jaldi lund ka sukh nhi milega phle kuch karna oga mere liye usne pucha kya maine kha mjhe bhi tera dudh pina hai usne mjhe apna left brest blouse mein se nikal ke pakda diya or boli lo pi lo…maine usse dudp piya frmaine kha ab tu dudh piyegi or uske muh mein apna lund daal diya or usse uske chuche dabwata tha or jab maine apna cum uske muh mein nikal diya to. Breaking our kiss I fell back onto the bed beside her as she took off her glasses and put them on the night stand- “I guess we’re not watching TV!” I thought.I lay beside her on my side, her on her back. I rubbed her stomach gently and began to move my hand up her chest to between her breasts, and slid my hand across her nipples, feeling them harden under my palm. She arched her back and started to breath heavily, and complained that her legs were sore. I gladly agreed to rub them for her, and. In any case for me it hadto do with whom I identified with, namely my mother rather than myfather. That combined with an abundance of curiosity as to what being awoman was like provided the impetus for experimentation. For me thatexperimentation occurred whenever my parents and brother were notaround.Yes, I raided my mothers lingerie drawer. I had to know what all thatsilky and wonderful clothing felt like. I had to know what it was liketo wear stockings and high heels and dresses. What started.