Miss Rose didn’t seem to mind but she was always very quiet on the way back from those trips. On my sixteenth birthday, Miss Rose called me into he...r room. I had never been there before, even for a visit. It was a Sunday and the bordello was closed to business. I went with my heart in my mouth, fearing that I had done something to displease Miss Rose. She was sitting in a high backed chair next to the huge fireplace. There were plants and stuff in the fireplace so I guessed it didn’t work. I. I ran to my room and every time the image of her vagina was coming in my mind…i went to the bathroom and masturbated thinking of the sexy massage moment..then at the evening i was thinking about my aunty and her pussy and i badly wanted to bang her and was planing some ideas for that,,i went to bath and i called my aunty and asked her to bring a new soap as the old one was small and couldn’t bath with it…i wanted to bath with my aunty but knew that it was not possible at that moment….She came. She stopped, rigid. Eyes snapped wide open, fingers plopping from her sticky slit. She looked around, then saw the hole … and my eye glued to it. Next thing I knew she was hammering on my cubicle door."Open up you dirty pervert!!" She exclaimed.I slid the bolt and started to open the door. She pushed it wide and stood, naked, hands on hips looking at me. Her eyes flicked down, to my hard cock still grasped in my left hand."Dan!!" she exclaimed. Then stepped into my cubicle, pulling the door. I chuckled and said, no, that wasjust how long it took me to convince his father to try for a girl. Assoon as I said it, I wished I hadn't, so I quickly added, which is thetruth, that I couldn't love him any more if he had been a girl. Eventhough I really did want a girl...it's probably the one empty place inmy heart that's never been filled." She looked wistful and paused again."Jessie looked at me with a sad expression and said, 'That's funny mom,because I've always wished I had been a girl.'.