The feeling of flesh. The beating in your chest. Your form, it has a cover of peach skin. Your eyes are dark and brown. You want to touch your face, b...t cannot. You make a frown, for the first time."Restriction," the voice explains. "These bodies are sensitive. You will learn this." The binding chain is broken. The metal drops onto the floor with a clink, and you bring your hands to your face. Fingers, your brain thinks. Brain? You press your hands against your head and feel the hair, soft and. My name is Jessie, and I'm twenty-three years old. I'm 5'8" and I have an ample set of jutting breasts and a well proportioned ass. My hair is the same as my Mom's – red, though wavy. Much of my character I inherited from Dad's Irish side, while my physical qualities I got from Mom. This story that I'm about revealing to you is stuff I've had hidden inside my diary for a long while. I don't know how I came to forgot about my having written it when it happened even though the memory remains very. I only intended to remember the part about the miscarriage because that was in the paper, so it could be independently verified. Those events are so closely tied together that I didn't realize they couldn't be separated until it was too late. Well, late enough that I didn't want to back out." Pamela," said Rob, "I don't believe you need to worry about this being shared outside this room and this group." Thanks. I sense the same thing, which surprises me as I have been a bitch. Although I never. Then he started licking circles around my clit, then came the sucking on my clit that sent me thru the roof. I had to taste him right then so I pulled him up and had him lay back. I gave that man the best blowjob of his life, he tasted so good, I'd waited so long. He pulled me up and I straddled him letting his cock tease my pussy. Sliding down his cock and not letting him inside of me was driving us both crazy. I sat down suddenly when I felt the head at the entrance to my pussy and we both.