You’ve given me something to think about. I’m going to go wash up after work before I start dinner, maybe we’ll catch up after?” “It’s a date.” Once Sam was gone and she heard the shower running Tegan lay back down and took out a journal from her nightstand drawer. It seems prudent to start taking notes about what she was learning in this experience and started retroactively chronicling the last few days. She assumed that Angus would be home shortly and want to pick up where they left off this morning so she didn’t see the point in re-dressing and was content to lie there in the nude with her door ajar as she put pen to paper and unleashed a Hardcore stream of consciousness. It was strangely freeing to be able to do that and not even feel like she should keep herself hidden or covered out of some notional sense of propriety. She wondered if she had ever really felt embarrassed if someone saw her naked unexpectedly, or she only reacted because it was the social convention to do so. In any case, she very quickly became comfortable tits with the fact she didn’t have to be self-conscious about nudity anymore. Not that she necessarily wanted to wander around in the nude, but gone were those daily fears that someone might get a peek at her in the shower, or an errant nipple might escape from her blouse, or one of the boys might see her underwear up her skirt if she sat the wrong way. Somehow she doubted she’d feel that way outside. This afternoon was a perfect example. anal She’d been mad to walk around outside in a dress and no underwear and not expect something like that to occur, though it was more the fact she had the buttplug in when it happened that had made her so embarrassed. Not that she thought the youths big that accosted her had seen anything other than her butt cheeks anyway, and being approached like that was obviously a worst case scenario. Or it could have been, if Trevor didn’t step in. She shook her head and put the thought out of her mind. Setting aside the implied threat of sexual assault if she runs into the wrong people in public, what was the big hangup about nudity anyway? In some of the more risqué party games at university she felt like guys tried to goad girls into flashing them because they felt like it gave them something over the girls, like by seeing their tits or asses it gave them some kind of power. Realistically, Tegan reasoned in her completely silent mental argument with herself, the girls were the ones with the power. The guys were the ones begging and pleading and manipulating and cajoling just to get a glimpse of areola. For some reason this worked even on the girls – they’d play act that they were shy and go red in the face when they lifted their shirts or finally lost their bras during a game of strip poker or truth or dare, and this only encouraged the guys who got off on their vulnerability. She wondered, if girls just walked around topless all the time, would guys eventually get bored with it? Maybe the act was all part of the game, the girls pretending they’re losing out so the guys teen keep trying to win. Well shit, she’d just convinced herself she should actually put some clothes on after all. She wondered if the same logic applied to sex. The last few days had resulted in a fair amount of fucking, not to mention the kinky stuff. She wondered how much of that was driven purely by sexual frustration, three single guys living with a single girl, probably thinking about her with their hard dicks in their hands every night for months, never even trying to make a move until suddenly she makes the mother of all moves and says “hey boys, here I am, come and get it”. If she kept being available would they get bored? Surely not. With her last boyfriend they’d been going at it like rabbits for months. Either way, I knew my sister was getting fucked that night. She had been too tired to wonder why it was there, growing out of rock, though it had been her job to wonder why. While she was still seated in my lap, Anna scooted back a bit, undid my belt and fly, and reached inside for teen my cock. "Let me see," Brett said as he swam in within arm's length. Maybe her brother might get some compensation for not being looked after properly, some time off his sentence or maybe custody at home. At the same time, the dildos in Laura's pussy and ass began to buzz, and the one in her pussy began to slowly and deliciously pump in and out of her twat. I wore it under my sweatshirt and shorts for the rest of tits the night. “It’s Ok if you want different women in different ways.” Onyx’s delicate fingers parted my cheeks, “Ruby can be your whipping girl, and I can be your mistress. The shirt joined the pile of my clothes. I massaged them, held them. I looked at her with wide eyes as I thought of my answer a few moments. “Oh, my god, I was just thinking the same thing,” I moaned, staring at her mouth and cheeks soaked in my pussy juices. Do that." Her father looked confused. I panted, my eyes blinking. “Is that sexy for you baby?” She asked me, “do you want me to anal try another?” Although he wasn’t working today he was expecting Leila, Fallon’s sister, to come over later to look at some plans for a client. He's about to make love to his sister.” “What is the last thing you remember clearly?” “Pull up the Hardcore skirt - slowly,” he commanded. She obliged and her lips closed around the head of my penis. Concerned. He thrust his cock into her gullet with ease. “I think about it every day.” I told her, pushing my luck and looping my arm around her, caressing big her back. “and like this?“ I opened my mouth, tongue out.