I mean, how could we not be? At any rate, one thing quickly led to another. And so Art and I eventually ended up masturbating each other.” “I can't believe Art didn't fuck you that night,” Ray remarked. “Neither can I, to be honest with you," I said. "That's exactly what I was expecting him to do. And I certainly didn't do anything to try to stop him. All I did was spread my legs apart, and let him do whatever he wanted to do to my pussy. And as turned-on as I was that night, I know that I wouldn't have put up any real resistance to Art's advances. And so Art could have easily climbed on top of me and fucked me that night, if he had wanted to. But he didn't even try." "You sound kind of disappointed about that. Are you? I mean, were you actually wanting Art to fuck you that night?" "I could lie to you and say 'yes.' But I won't, since I'm trying to 'come clean' with you right now, and you deserve to know the real blowjob truth about me. So here it is: All the way mature up until the time that you and I finally began having intercourse together, I had always viewed myself as being a 'nice Catholic girl,' and a 'nice girl' wasn't supposed to fuck her guy until the night of her wedding. So what I was really wanting from Art that night was for him to force his intentions on me, shaved and 'take me' in the back seat of his car." "Wow! So then what you're really telling me right now is that you were actually wanting Art to date-rape you that night?" Ray asked, incredulously. "Yes, that's exactly what I was skinny wanting him to do. That way, I could place all the blame on him for taking things 'too far.' And by cooperating with him while he was straight date-raping me, I would still be able to play the role of the 'nice girl' who was simply trying to make the best of a bad situation. "But the truth is, ever since Freddy took my virginity that day, I was no longer the 'nice Catholic girl' that I used to be, even though I kept pretending that I was. The 'real me'--the sexual slut that I kept well-hidden under the surface--just wanted Art to rape the crap out of me, and get his rocks off deep inside me, just like Freddy did to me in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon. “You and Mommy love each other so much.” To me you are just a regular woman... At one point, while bending over facing away from me, she looked around with a naughty grin, "Enjoying the view?" It rested on one side of Kelsey’s face, and she smelled the length of its underside, then smiled broadly at me. “Aren’t you proud of your straight baby girls?” She giggled musically, “What a fine job of parenting you did.” Nah I'm not no cum quick dude. I looked back and saw Clark coming towards me. It started when he dripped some warm oil onto my tits and started massaging them and rolling and twisting and pulling my already rock hard nipples. “So how does this work, I fuck you in the shower and you vote for me for Captain?” Then she grinned from ear to ear. “Would you like some bacon on it or maybe in it as well?” He asks. By the time he had finished speaking. Alicia stood and faced Jerry. “No no! No.” I waved my hands in front blowjob of my face. mature Emma asked with a grin. “See,” Ryan said, “she does look cute with those chains shaved hanging there doesn’t she? Both males smiled at each other when they saw the readout. I rubbed it back and forth. Zach had seen pics of me in all my outfits and said they enjoyed these pants on me the best. For a moment she worried that she was being nudged up so tight that she would actually be pressed up against someone, but, to her relief, a guy offered her his seat, which she accepted gratefully. “ Thank Master that was wonderful. And can you tell them not to make any messes? It surged through skinny me. My cunt clenched as the heat washed through my body. “Of course it's naughty, it's your idea!” Jeff leaned down and said just loud enough for me to hear, “I’m surprised you’ve still got your bikini on.”