For me, the doctor’s office was the big mother-daughter bonding moment. I’m not blaming my mom for what I became, but a little help and nurturing ...early on wouldn’t have been bad, more about my mom later.I was late getting my boobs. Most of my friends were starting to shape up by the eighth grade. Not me; nothing showed up for me till the middle of the eleventh grade. It made sense I guess. I was in all the top classes in school; all the other girls in my classes were flat chested too.So there I. Tricia then dropped a bombshell announcement on me, “I want to do what they did with you!” I looked at her and asked if she was sure…I mean, I had successfully played with my first pussy, first pair of tits and just finished eating my first pussy. But the girls were the same age as me or a year older. Tricia was a year younger; I did not know what to do.Then she started rubbing my raging hard-on through my trunks. She was a little timid at first, but as she continued, and got no complaints. What can I do for you?”“Nothing to do with work really,” John said. “I need some information about something else.”“Fire away,” said the Scottish voice at the other end.“Have you any memories of the conference we went to, four years ago?”“Strange question,” he laughed. “Well, let me see. Conference so–so, party on the last night was a blast. It was also the last one, so yes I remember.”“Ian,” said John. “Do you mind if I record this? I need it for a private reason, nothing to do with. To someone looking in on us they would have been amazed to see a young girl grasping a huge erection and pulling herself onto it, while the man sat drinking, it was me who pulled my panties aside and guided him inside, well the head of his cock was for certain, as he held my hips, as the bucked and jumped on that swollen bulbous head, like a ball and socket joint, then he gasped, as if something was changing, his grip on my slender and narrow hips tightened, and he pulled me down firmly, and I.