Sexual learning begins
She worked for my father, part of the church and shit as a choir minister...but damn what a pair of hooters. When you're 15, jesus, anything over a 32B is a gift from god himself and all you can think about is doing the motorboat. You want to bury yourself in a huge pair of them and die a happy man. It's the way of the world and hasn't changed for a thousand years. The only problem was...she had a fatass too, FUCK! the dilemmas, where do I want to go down into the depths of...