Vaguely related story about the dangers of asking too many questions.
I met this really awesome girl years ago. She was an Australian gymnast. Very, very hot, though in miniature. I think she was like 4'11. But that's okay by me. Anyway, we were getting close. She was sure thing, a soon-to-be notch in the ol' belt.
One evening we were hanging out together and we got to talking, and as usual with me, I brought up sex. I asked her what her favorite position was, where was the weirdest place she'd done it, silly stuff like that. Then I asked her what the freakiest thing she'd ever done was. At first she was hesitant to say. Given that her previous two answers were pathetically vanilla, I expected something innocent and cute, so I pressured her. She made me swear not to judge her, to which I agreed. At this point I figured she was going to tell me she'd got it on with a girl or something cool like that. I was wrong.
She told me that when she was 18 her uncle came to spend a week with her family. And... uhm... yeah, I think you know where this is going. If I'd kept my stupid questions to myself I could have tapped that fine ass and been blissfully ignorant. But nooooo. I had to be stupid and ruin a good thing. Biggest mistake ever.