Soon though I didnt care & we found ourselved chatting about all things which led to more talk of sex or my lack of it.Stoned & half drunk after a few... beers I drifted off to sleep again.Thinking I was having an erotic dream, i went with the flow, it felt good, her wet lips kissing the tip of my cock, her hands running over my cum filled balls, her finger gently pressing against my virginal but hole, then she swalloed my cock, whole, all the way down. Waking up from what was almost a wet dream, . As I looked at your almost naked body, I could tell that you were a fully grown woman. Much more mature than the teenage girls that I had been with in earlier sexual encounters.Your hips were more pronounced and your nipples were different too– somehow. They seemed to be darker and slightly rougher in texture than what a teenage girl’s would’ve been. I hadn’t talked about age with you, figuring that you were at least a few years older than I was at the time. Not wanting to turn you off, I felt. Her bra is clearly visible now. We went to her home. I thought she will scold me as I didn’t listen to her. But she didn’t utter a word, went inside her room and changed into a nighty and came back. She gave me a towel. I told sorry. She kept calm. I went near her and told sorry aunty because of me you got wet. U might get a fever. I’m sorry. She just nodded.I thought she felt angry. She went into the kitchen. While walking her butts were shaking. I couldn’t control my self. I went behind her. ..and to suck their cocks and lick their balls.....to feel them inside of me and to feel them explode inside of me. How hot that made me. How uncontrollably hot. It seemed that all of my waking hours now were centered on these thoughts. Becoming the woman that I longed to be and being the toy, the slut, the whore of men. And today. Oh, what a wonderful day today was. I had met Derek again at a local motel. He had told me to come dressed this time, that he would be there before me. I called him.