Fuck it. Amateur sex I didn’t know there were such things as sympathy based erections. That meal was eaten quietly. Well to say the least, I doubt anyone has written a rite of passage story more ridiculous than my own. I saw her eyes, sharp with anger, soften, but they continued to round out, growing wider. A measure of sense returned to my ringing brain. I beg you!” She had yelled at me. I walked home, thoughts swirling. Her hand disappeared under green cloth. Mother had never frightened me like that. I scrambled away, hoping distance might correct the problem of my special horniness. Then I saw her tits. It was late, eleven o-clock, an hour past my bedtime.
