Orchids seem to look like the delicate parts of a woman’s welcoming place.The woman who owned the first pussy I ever experienced wasn’t the pretti...est, didn’t have the biggest tits, but set a lifetime standard for me. Melanie was my brother’s girlfriend at the time and he convinced her, rather easily as I look back, to take my cherry. That first time I didn’t pay much attention to visuals, as you might expect from a horny teenage virgin, but later when he moved on to another girlfriend and she. Then he invited me to a convention for a weekend. He had things to do at this convention but evenings were free. I knew if I agreed to go than I would most likely have my first sexual experience with a man. I was excited, nervous, and agreed to go. Fast forward to that first night, Friday. We came back from dinner to freshen up because we were meeting one of his colleagues for drinks. I was putting my lipstick on when he came up behind me, gave me a hug, and told me how beautiful I was. It’s a. What really caught the eye, though was her birthmark. I think they call it a 'port wine' mark and it covered maybe half the right side of her face. It's sort of embarrassing. You see it and there's a sort of horrible fascination and you drag your gaze away. Unless, of course you're the sort of person that enjoys making fun and humiliating someone that can't help the way they look. But because you drag your gaze away, you never really see the person behind the birthmark. Her name? Abigail. I especially enjoy babies. They are quite delicious."So their leader's name, or at least nickname, was Cock. She wondered if he deserved it."Cannibals! You should be ashamed," she said in disgust."Actually, like most men we are many things," said Cock. "We are thieves by profession, rapists when our other wants are satisfied, and cannibals by necessity. Four of us were also once soldiers in the duke's army, a poorly paid profession and one with little honor in this life or the next."She walked.