I was eighteen years old when this all happened. At the time it shocked and surprised me and I had a hard time accepting my incredible good fortune. The experience I’m about to relate quickly became something I’d never want to change. It became a part of my growing up. It was nothing but an awesome enture that became the basis of my sexual maturation.
I lived with my parents, sister and brother in a nice house in a nice suburb of Atlanta.
It was a Saturday morning in May. A gorgeous day. I’d been for an early run and as I arrived home, Mrs. James, the next door neighbor, was waving at me. She wasn’t waving a good morning Click to read more