She knew rape fetishes were not uncommon, hers, like many, being that she wanted an attractive dominant male to subject her to his will without mercy,...and she realized that she would never live such an intense and fantastic reality of that desire again. That at least being what she assumed. 92 spend the following weeks doing little to rebuild her life. Books had lost her, the only world she wanted to escape to was her own previous one. Her art became disturbing and violent, manifesting the pain. His t-shirt covers her top half but he can still see her cute bubble butt. He kneels on the bed and kisses her butt. He lays next to her and runs his fingers up her back. She's still snoozing when he kisses her neck. No response. He moves Moo Moo ever so slightly and just like that she's up now.Panicking, Star starts to search for her bear. "Moo Moo! Moo Moo where did you go?" She feels a tap on her shoulder and sees her boyfriend laying on her side, waving hi with Moo Moo. She snatches him. " Dude! My room is next to these hot girls and their parents!" Really?" I said, "And why are you down here?" Because those girls just went to the lobby to get another key made I think."Just then these two girls came out of the lobby and saw us. They giggled then asked if they could have a cigarette. I abliged and gave them a cigarette. Jan was 19 years old, about 5'4 129lbs brown hair brown eyes, nice 34C cups, and her sister Debra was 18 and 5'1 brownish blonde hair, brown eyes and weighed. We walked for about a mile, telling each other about ourselves. After a mile, I just decided to plop down and sit in the sand. She laughed and sat right next to me, and we sat and talked for a while, watching the tide and the moon and the stars. I don’t remember how it came up, but I eventually told her that this was my first date....ever.“Really?” she responded. It wasn’t an are-you-serious kind of response. It was more of a legitimately surprised response, which made me feel good.“Yeah. I’ve.