Chapter 1

My men and I, this title, I don’t know if it will be criticized by the defenders, let me recall these men who have been my for thirty years...

In fact, my tutoring since I was a child is very strict, and I am a family where my parents are born under the Hongqian flag and raised under the Hongqian flag.

So I've loved reading since I was a kid

I have been secretly reading Qiong Yao's novels since junior high school, and I am particularly eager for the love of talented men and beautiful women.

In the third grade of junior high school, I even saved money from breakfast to buy Japanese girl comics. I watched them hard in class and after class, full of pink fantasies

I have an older brother and sister. My sister is much older than us. She got married early and then immigrated to Canada. My brother is one year older than me. I have grown up in a quarrel with him since I was a child.

And he was also the first Cute bud that made me feel sexually

(Of course there won't be such dirty incest behavior)

When I was in junior high school, my breasts began to develop, and it hurts a little hard to touch.

I think the most embarrassing thing is this place

And below, I already know that touching the protruding place will make you feel very magical, so you can't stop being so sore...

So I always caress my underwear through my underwear, my legs stretched straight, waiting for the peak moment to arrive

And my brother was at that age when he was curious about women. Although he was ashamed to speak up, I didn’t blame him. After all, everyone has such a growth process. It’s just that he happened to have me as a witness to his growth.

One day, it was a hot summer night. I was doing homework in the living room. My parents were out. My brother was lying on the floor to play. Suddenly I felt someone gently touching the edge of my underwear. Because I was wearing a skirt, I could easily touch my underwear on the floor.

I knew it was my brother, so I didn't move and pretended to continue my homework without knowing it.

So my brother pushed my underwear away and worked it all the time. At that time, it had not grown much, and it was smooth and a lot of water suddenly came out. I bit the pen of my homework and closed my eyes and enjoyed the stimulating moment.

Fortunately, there is a table blocking it, otherwise I don’t know what expression I would face my brother on the floor

Finally reached orgasm, I couldn't help but tighten my muscles and then stepped back from my chair

Feeling the vagina contracting wildly, much stronger than what I do

I locked myself in the room and it took me a while to calm down

After calming down, there was a burst of emptiness and regret. I don't know what to do

Pretend to be nothing

So my brother and I both pretended to be nothing, but this never happened again because I was locked up my room to do homework and didn't want to give my brother another chance...

But one night, I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. It turned out that my brother ran to my room. He was pulling my underwear down carefully and rubbing his younger brother under me. At that time, he probably didn't develop well. He felt that my brother was small and not erect. This was what I knew when I really became a woman. At that time, I really felt fear and thought that if he really came in, what would I do if I came in, Ah, I would no longer be a virgin~ So I closed my legs and thought that I would not let him in!

He didn't plan to come in, so he started lifting my shirt and touching my little breasts

Now I felt unacceptable and pushed him away and stared at him

The brother crawled out of the window in disgrace. It turned out that he came in from the window!

After he left, I rushed over and inserted the pin, and I felt extremely angry.

I think I can tolerate him touching my underwear but not touching my breasts. It's really strange.

But since then we have never had any such contact, and I have entered high school and started a colorful high school life

Haha, although it is colorful, it is all spiritual. You guys will probably be disappointed

I still haven't developed much in high school. It seems that all the nutrition has come to my hair. I have long hair, petite and delicate face, so there are a lot of boys chasing me, but I refuse them all.

I also have a boy I like, but we only admire each other until one night he asked me out to meet at the bridge.

He held a necklace and asked me to wear it, saying that if I wanted to be with him, I'll wear it.

I don't know why I became timid at that time and refused to do so. I just said that I accepted his wishes, and I would do the same to him.

At that time, there was no carnal feelings at all, innocent and clean

But in the days before the college entrance examination, he asked me to copy the answers for him after the exam, but I refused

Because I have so many expectations from this family, and my dream has been realized after so many years of hard study, I dare not take risks

I have ten thousand hearts to help him, but I have more worries that prevent me from helping him.

The test results came out, he failed the exam and I was in high school...

He didn't contact me any more during the summer vacation, so my first love was finally destroyed in my timid hands...

But at that time there was not much regret, because my university was waiting for me

My university is a relatively famous university

Excellent students from all over the country are full of talents

But the changes in the environment made me feel depressed

There are also some things that happened on the way to school that made me feel uneasy

I took the train to the school. It took nearly 20 hours to go. After saying goodbye to my parents in the sleeper car, I kept crying like tears. I didn't stop for four hours. After all, it was my first time leaving home.

Seeing my mother crying, my tears can't control the floodgates

I was worried about the loss of admission notice and tuition fees in my luggage, so I didn't sleep all night as my mother told me and sat in the dining chair.

There was a handsome and handsome boy in the car. When I was crying, I looked at me at a loss. Later, I handed me the paper. After I stopped crying, I chatted with me intermittently.

He is 6 years older than me, but he looks like he is about the same age as my brother

I was tired in the middle of the night and fell asleep on the dining table. He even carried a quilt to wrap it around for me, so we sat across the small dining table.

In a daze, I felt him touching my chest under the dining table

Very careful feeling

I hadn't worn a bra at that time, and I was wearing a small vest that was half-parted, so he easily reached in.

There was no longer the pain that I felt when I was in junior high school, nor any other special feeling. I pretended to be half awake and moved, and then he quickly pulled his hand back

I continued to pretend to be asleep. He did not reach out to me, but gently stroked my hair with his hands and said, "I'm sorry..."

Because of this, I forgave him, because I think everyone may make mistakes and may be obsessed with it for a while, so I accepted his apology

After arriving, he accompanied me to the school to register, made a bed, hung a mosquito net, and took me to buy various dormitory utensils. The sisters in the dormitory thought he was my brother, so I also agreed.

Because he has indeed treated me like my elder brother these days, and has never acted beyond the rules.

During the depressed days of my freshman year, I became obsessed with playing basketball

Play basketball for an hour under the scorching sun before lunch every day

It was dark and even the abdominal muscles were shaped. The girls in our dormitory said that I looked like a boy

Even then, my love luck will continue

There are always a few boys in the basketball teams of each academy who are attentive to me and play with me.

About a year and a half later, one of the boys became my first boyfriend in college.

Later he told me that at that time, I always wore black short T-jeans to play basketball, and I could see my breasts without underwear when I made three layups (actually it was not intentional, but I really didn't have that consciousness at that time), so the boys were all stunned and wanted to chase me.

However, he learned the best and finally got it.

Actually, I was caught up with me because I was drunk

Wine is really bad

I have been taken advantage of several times after getting drunk, and I regretted it after all

But without wine, I feel that life is life is boring

The best day is when you go to a small restaurant on a summer night and order skewers and drink them with two bottles of beer until the lights are almost turned off and you go back to the dormitory.

When he chased me, he accompanied me. Actually, I prefer to go alone, but sometimes it's good to be with me if I have someone to accompany me.

So I gave him a chance

After all, he is tall and looks a bit mixed-race, so it's not embarrassing to take it out.

But once, a guy who had a good time suddenly dropped out of school and went abroad. I was quite depressed because I realized that I might like it after he left.

So I drank too much on one depressed day. I had a bad habit. After drinking a little more, I became more and more high. The more I drank, the more I wanted to drink it, until I put myself down.

It was a snowy winter. He helped me out of the hotel and prepared to go back to the dormitory. The wind was very cold. He untied his cotton jacket and wrapped me in it. My hands were cold and stretched into his neck and armpits. I vaguely heard him say helplessly, "Oh, my baby... I think it's so good to be pampered, so I secretly said to myself, OK, just him."

I don't know if he heard my psychological sound, so he took me to a leeward place and let me sit on his lap. His hand reached into my clothes and finally touched the peach that he had longed for more than a year. From then on, he kept calling me Miss Peach

But at this time I've started wearing underwear

He took a lot of effort to untie my underwear and then held my breasts, but his hand was warmed up on him before reaching in, so it was not ice at all. We stayed like two koalas.

In the next two or three months, we officially dated

Often hide on the stairs in the library and caress each other

His younger brother is very big and has a round head. I help him with my hands. I often can't lift my wrists and arms and he doesn't come out: (, so more often it's him who helps me. He has been practicing piano since he was a child, with long and clever fingers. I hid my face in his neck and hugged him tightly. Because I am small and not too heavy, I always sit on his lap. He caresses me under the skirt, and often makes a lot of my water on my pants. We also watch A-movies together. Then, the first time I saw men and women having sex with each other, I widened my eyes, and he was eager to try. I asked him to wash it countless times before he was willing to lick the glans gently, but he gave it to him without any disgust.I licked it for a long time until I orgasm. I remember the feeling of the first oral sex orgasm because he hugged my legs tightly, and I had nowhere to escape. When I arrived, I couldn't touch it anymore. He kissed my little bean and moved at high frequency. Waves of pleasure spread over my body, overflowing my shoulders and pouring towards my head. I screamed and twitched all over, and I twisted my body and tried to escape, but his strong and powerful arms were pulling me like this, and my tongue was still stirring. I had to smile because of the pleasure and beg him to spare me. Since then, I will laugh every time I reach orgasm... I don't know why:)