“So guys what are your first impressions of ‘Be Yourself ‘?” I asked.“I want to apologise for my behaviour,” Debbie said straightaway. “...I think I proved I have a lot of growing up to do. But I would like to do all my growing up here for the rest of my life!” She finished giggling, we were all laughing with her.“You don’t have to apologise to me. It’s your parents that have to deal with your ways.” I said smiling, “they are also the ones that have decided they you can be trusted to start. Of course, she accepted but added she was going home alone because I needed to spend the last night with them. I smiled and agreed, and added that what she cooked was excellent. She had made both steak and chicken, and we alternated between the two, just enough onions and bell peppers to accent it but not overpower the meat.She turned on the TV and we cuddled in front, but neither of us watched much of it. We spent most of the evening kissing and talking, and I think neither of us paid any. It was on one of these visits that I had my first proper sexual experience. It was the first call of the day and around 9.30am when I knocked on the door of this detached house on the edge of the city. A man, in his early 40's, answered the door, still in a dressing gown. I noticed that he looked me up and down and gave a sort of approving glance. Inviting me in, he let me survey the hall and lounge where the phone was to go, then offered me a coffee. Whilst he was making it, I got to work. I breathed hard and moaned as he alternated between slow and fast. Electric sex feelings began to surge through my body. I was close to cumming, when he turned off the shower. He put both my hands against the shower wall, spread my legs, then toweled the water off my body. He led me to the room’s giant bed. We layed there for a few minutes, kissing, playing with each other’s bodies and listening to each other moan when something felt good. I flipped him onto his back, then licked him from.