Well, Sasha, my first, took advantage of me on that fateful early evening romp. My parents hadn't yet returned home from work and I probably should have rinsed around my balls first - being as that I had P.E. that day. But, we were kids - in a simple time before manscaping, hair pulling, and spanking. I'm pretty sure that I went for about an hour, because I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. Poor Sasha. Afterwards, it was like, um, should I say "thanks" now? I didn't. And that was that. It was 23 years ago and I was 9. I'll always remember it.
This is Sasha now below. Isn't she a dish? (I stole that line from Rose in Titanic.) She's also married to an awesome guy, whom I hope isn't going to read this.