" I get on stage and look around. Small audience. As I unbutton my blouse, I watch him. He is nodding and smiling to give me support. Next my skirt. O... shit. Pantyhose. Why didn't he tell me? I fake it by slithering around on my back. To save time, I pull my panties off at the same time. My bare pussy is pointing right at him. When my bra is off, I toss it to him. I know the song, and there is lots of time left.The cheers are pretty loud for such a small crowd. I love it. My date has his face. I need you to refill the depleted energy reserves your direct connection to my brain caused. The copious amounts of vaginal secretions from constant, intense orgasms requires me to rehydrate, but I don’t have the energy to move. I also need to get a towel to dry up the large puddle,” Molly told me.Now Molly understands how it feels to get a mini-novel from a few quick flicks by an Autistic person that communicates using the Molly Speaks app.I gave her the energy refill, and she told me to go. Holding you firmly I press my chest against you and start to breathe deeply and slowly. "Listen to my breathing Alexus. Listen and feel. Stay with me. Concentrate."It doesn't help. "Concentrate slave!" I slap your face. The sudden command and the pain work instantly. Your breathing calms down, your throat opens up."Thank you Sir," you stammer, whispering. Then the sobbing starts again. Long, deep and intense. All the time I hold you, press you against me and let it come out."How does that feel. Bill thew his head back and sighed."Oh you vixen!" he moaned and Michele engulfed his manhood.And all was good for about a year and then one day in 1973 theinevitable happened. Michele's bedroom door burst open and in strodeher dad to find her on her back moaning with passion, her stocking-cladlegs draped over Bills shoulders as he slowly fucked her. They were soengrossed in their lovemaking that it wasn't until Michele's father'sroundhouse punch knocked Bill to the floor that they realised.