Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away - Sex Stories

Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away

... his early 20's. I know that Freddy continued to live with his mother until she finally passed away a few years ago. And now he's finally living by himself in the family home, far away in a different state from where my husband and I live. And of course, the irony in all this is that it's quite possible that I may have been the only girl that Freddy ever got to fuck in his entire life. However, just for the record, I do realize that it's much more likely that, during his adolescent years (before he became paralyzed), Freddy may have sexually molested and raped other young girls, besides me. If that is actually the case, then I can only hope that those other young girls were able to mentally and emotionally cope with the experience, so that they could go on to live a wonderful, satisfying life, just like I have. * * * * * Author's Note: Congratulations! You have managed to make it all the way to the end of my "Freddy story." But this is really only the end of the first part of my "Freddy story." The second and final part of my "Freddy story" is titled "Freddy in the Bathroom: My Wife's Confession." It is posted at this same site, and was written by my husband, Ray, from his point-of-view (of course, I helped him edit his part of the story, just like he helped me edit mine). Ray's take on my "Freddy story" focuses mainly on what exactly took place during my actual confession to him about Freddy, as well as on the drastic impact that my confession ended up having on our future sexual relationship together. * * * * *