We were on a dock at a beach. Milf sex A freshman. That seventeen year old body I had imprinted in my mind for some reason. A sudden sting filled my pelvis. Overload. I knew some of it was my blood. It switched between hands as I moved it down my belly and I lined it up to my slit. I was lost in research and forgot all about dinner. That’s when I would go with mom to pick up my brother. He decided to stay down there the past two summers to live out his life in freedom. The hair brush in my grip. I had to do this without thinking about him. It just felt right; appropriate at the time. The guy crawled over me showing no emotion, he just stared into my eyes. Dad gave me that brush, that brush that was inside of me; that thing that broke my hymen at three in the morning in his daughter’s bed.
