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["A former NFL cheerleader is accused of following a 12-year-old boy into a bathroom, fondling his penis and offering to perform oral sex on him but she claims she's innocent because she 'thought he was a man"
"The boy told police that Garner asked him whether he'd 'ever been with a woman' before she tried to pull down him pants"
If that had been my kid, I'd have slapped him silly for being such a cowardly little pissant when propositioned by a woman of that quality.
The kid should just have knotted her lovely, long, blonde hair in his fist and exclaimed, "Whip some skull on me, bitch!"
Dammit all, why didn't things like that ever happen me--not when I was 12, nor when I was 18, nor yet in the prime of my life? I like to think I was a pretty good specimen of manhood in my day, but I never even had an ugly fat broad attempt something like that.
On a slightly more serious note, I've had a few friends who were initiated by older women when they were about 12 or 13. All of them seemed to enjoy the experience greatly, and if they were ever psychologically damaged by it, I sure couldn't discern it, and neither could they. One of the best involved an instance where a group of salesmen who worked for my friend's father sicced a whore on him for his 13th birthday, and then peeked as she administered a BJ. They said afterward the expression of mixed shock, delight and ecstasy on his face was priceless. He grew up to be a real devil with the ladies, I might add.
In my time, I knew a number of women who had gotten their cherries popped by their high school teachers. In those days, any youth who got it on with a mature woman (at least if she was halfway decent looking) wasn't considered "molested," much less "traumatized," he was damn lucky!
I never had a "hot" teacher after I was old enough to be interested in such matters. A couple of the instructresses I had in college were okay but not too memorable, but I did have glamorous movie star as my instructress in a couple of classics courses. This was Evelyn Venable, who was a real screen beauty in her day. Of course, by the time I studied under her, she was about 50, which seemed almost ancient from my 20-year-old perspective. (Of course, 50 looks pretty good to me these days, if well preserved.) She was a lovely, gracious, charming, genteel lady, I'll have to say.
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