I guess my sex life started one day in the summer of my thirteenth year while I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room that kept his clothes clean, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so big about things like that, I pulled them and went to my room. I closed and locked my door, then sat on my bed and started looking in the magazines. There was a photo of naked or semi-nudes girls in erotic poses, and reader stories about their various sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started thinking that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines did to be, then maybe I was missing (I guess for the first time I was getting excited). I started wondering how my body compared to the girls’ bodies in the pictures, so I removed my clothes and sunk before my full mirror with the magazines broadcast in front of me. I look pretty good. My hair was long on my shoulders and brown, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot shape was smooth and firm with the young. In the summer, I was tanned a rich brown outside of the milky white triangles on my smooth round ass, soft blonde pussy, and pit, boobs size fishing.
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