Everyone I supposed has a bit different path. One day you are ten and the next day you are fifteen. I was fifteen when I got touched. Touched as in a guy touching me, putting his hand between my legs and grabbing me. Somehow he got behind me and had me with one arm around my chest grabbing my boob and the other hand in my pants and getting his finger in me. From nothing to getting fingered. The next step wasn't hard, he got my pants down and I got fucked the first time leaning over trying to hold on to the wall. Even after he was done and pulled out I never saw his penis. I had been fucked and I never saw his penis or touched or nothing.

The next time I was at his shop. I was in the office of his shop sitting in his chair. He unzipped his pants and had me suck his penis. It was the first time I saw a penis. I held it up with two fingers, I never grabbed it with my hand, he had both hands on my head, so I guess really I got face fucked.

I turned 25 and I was living with him. I am 40 and I am living with him. I have never touched or put in my mouth or had another penis in me. It is not that you talk a lot about how many guys you have been with, but I have only been with one man. He really likes that, like it is some big deal. I tell him to tell me how many women he has been with, just to compare. A lot, I know that.