My story begins with my caracter then leading to a sexual fantacy. I spoke with girls sometimes with a sexual desire sometimes naturally. There was a ...girl that entered my life as a friend. We spoke our desires, sex and all sort of things but nothing changed between us. We stayed as friends. We were there for each other when we needed the most. We went on dates, movies, held hands togather. But, we couldnt think of us sexually. She changed her status from single to relationship. I stood beside. I slept in the bed with Gianna until she was six and I was nine. We both liked to sleep in the nude and cuddle up. Then we bought a bigger house and I moved into my own room. Maybe I should say I was moved.”“Were you already a horny little devil, Mikey?”“No, we played with each other a little, out of curiosity, I suppose. What’s the other thing you wanted to tell me?”“When I decide to have sex with a man, Mom and Dad want me to do it in my own bed. They trust me to find a man who loves me and. This often took us out of town, and when I couldn’t go, she’d go on her own. We had a good marriage, except for the lack of sex. She had a strong belief that sex was for procreation, and after our two children were born, she had no use for it. So needless to say, it sometimes caused a lot of strife in our marriage. She even threatened to leave me once for looking at another woman. I sincerely loved her and accepted that this what my life was going to be. But then something happened that leveled. Her nostrils flared widely, as she took in great lungful of air, and she moaned softly as she exhaled. She was soaking wet, now. Suddenly, I changed my mind. Not here. I wanted her on the bed, on her back, like a wife. Later, I would fuck her in different places, and in different positions, but for right now, she needed to be broken. It would be easiest on her back. I released her and extended my hand, and she looked at me strangely, not comprehending until I inclined my head toward the back of.