They were strict about dating, my ascetic lifestyle and the health risks about intimacy. With those fears drilled into me, I barely dated, and those d...ates I did have were always chaste. Emotionally, I knew I was still thirteen. When a girl tried to kiss me, since I wasn’t trying, I made fearful excuses and avoided the inevitably painful death from “sex.”It was an especially hot and humid NY day when I got my first closeup view of a live pussy. We might have adapted to the 105 degrees heat if it. They had been there for drinks at the attached old fashioned bar but never for dinner. 2.At six o'clock Ted suggested that before they dressed for dinner they have a drink to get the evening on its way. He prepared a pitcher of martinis and after he poured he kissed Joan gently on the neck and whispered that the drinks would relax and stimulate her. He told her that was all the disclosure she was going to get.Several martinis and a potent joint later, shortly after seven o'clock, Ted suggested. He took a long hard swig....courage in a bottle. He continued to follow the ribbon....it led to the living room. He stopped...he was breathless at what he saw...she was under the tree, wearing nothing but the ribbon and a smile. The music paused briefly, or maybe he couldnt hear it over his own breathing. 'i dont want a lot for christmas...' started plaing softly "Merry Christmas" she said in almost a whisper. He just stood there, awe struck..the christmas lights playing of her hair,. I turn you over and pick you up. You wrap your legs around my waist and place your arms around my neck. I hold you with my hands on your butt. “I’m gonna fuck you like a pornstar..!” I say. You lower yourself to feel my penis. Just when your wet pussy touches my erect dick, I push it inside you without any warning and look at you with a cunning smile. You tease, “you naughty boy!”, and start moving your hips as I match your rhythm going in and out.I kiss you passionately as I keep on thrusting.