Please bear with me. My first memory of my childhood is etched in my mind. I was around 5 or 6, we lived in Slidell, La. It was the late 80’s. I don...’t remember if it was ’87 or ’88. I recall it being summer and my mom had brought me to a family friends dentist office. I don’t know how they knew each other, but I knew him, and had seen him at our house many times. My parents and he would go out on some times with other friends. My first few visits I don’t recall much but simple checkups. But one. She was amazed, “she can, really”. “I don’t know if I can take something this big, my pussy is so small”. Of course I said, “I’m sure you can handle my cock”, as my cock started to grow hard as granite. She was now looking at my fully erect nine-inch cock. She started stroking my hard cock and said “you think I can take this cock?” You want to try, I replied. She smiled and said just see if it can fit ok, be gentle with me. I said I would and if she didn’t like it I would stop. We went to her. "Are ready to get your ass kicked, Eric?" "Yes," I replied, as my eyes were locked on her boobs. She held the ball and then immediately headed passed me. She made her way towards the hoop, shot the ball and it went right in. She seized it. "Eric, you gotta move to try to steal the ball away," she made clear, strolling back in front of me with a look. "Sorry, Diane," I told her, still angling my face towards her tits. "It's alright, but get your eyes off my breasts," she warned me, bringing her. "Fuck, you gave me a fright, I thought some bastard was sneaking up on me or something..." he replied. I leaped down into the space and sat on the ground next to Steven. The porno mag was propped up against the shed, the torch light pointed towards it, the way I also liked to look at it. It was too dark to see if Steven had a stiffy, as we called them back then, but he assures me now that yes he did. "What part are you looking at?" I asked. "I'm reading a story about a lesbian, the one that.