You are going to say it, you really are, but the word doesn’t seem to be able to make the journey from your brain to your mouth. Instead, you just c...ose your eyes as Stuart moves around to suck one of your boobs into his mouth and slip off your bra. As he licks and sucks lovingly at your chest, his hands move down to remove your skirt. You thrill to think that the other men are now drinking in your naked form as Stuart moves you to your knees.Stuart’s pants come down and you find yourself. I blush a little at the thought of what I want to try. I reach up and take down the shower head, the water still coming out at full force. I lay down in the tub with my legs spread as wide as I can and I just hold the shower head on my stomach for a moment. I start to play with my nipples again, rubbing and tugging and twisting. God, they are so sensitive and get hard like pebbles when I play with them. I love the feeling. I love how I feel it in my clit, like they are connected. I reach down. In any case, father tried desperately to be all the parents we needed, and for the most part he succeeded. Whatever problems I had growing up, whenever I felt angry, depressed, or confused, he was there for me and always made me feel better. He was always supportive in anything I was interested in, like art, and he encouraged me to pursue my interests. Because of him, I majored in graphic design and made a career out of it. Sometimes I felt as if my heart was filled to the bursting point with. I'd worn this top because Mark liked seeing me in it, forgetting I'd be bending over all day. Every time I did, the scoop neck fell open and people could see all the way to my bra. I'm not small on top so that made for a pretty vulgar display. Guys had been staring at my tits all day and occasionally making remarks but this was the first pig to say something in front of his kids.I handed him his pies and moved to the side so he could throw. It didn't matter; I loved the animal shelter but we.