Mom’s Tits, Summer Camp, and Me
The more the years pile on, the more quickly they pass. My childhood lasted a lifetime. My adolescence lasted at least half that. By age 18, I was plagued by physical changes and a long, endless horniness. I was fully involved with my cock, having learned what to do with it, aside from peeing. I had noticed girls in my class growing and developing in mysterious ways. For ages, most of them, with their flat chests and tiny butts, might as well have been boys. Now, along with the …