It was a hot humid summer afternoon and we already burning for each other inside.
As I always suspected fucking my mom was a perfect experience.
His hand moves faster as he opens his eyes to look at me.
My bag and keys fall to the ground, as I turn to face him.
The problem was he gives his e-mail address at the end of every story, and I decided to contact him.
I was in grade 9 when I got my first period.