SelfPub: I remember as a child, ...

I remember in my childhood, when I was twelve, I first decided to learn myself. It was very nice. I remember how my mom bought me the double sided perfume, and one of the bottles was always cold. I had his lips touched with tongue and touched the wet, cold bottle to your neck, shape of chest, cold glass touched already swollen with lust nipples, and I shuddered. Hot breath, parted lips and trembling, tearing a moan from my mouth. God, it was so magical that when I held the spirits of its Pandora, a cry of pain filled the room. I covered her mouth with her hand, and I was really pleased with it. I figured since I get such pleasure being in this body, then does it matter that there think of me?