..”“I love it Lisa, as I know it turns you on so much....”“You know what would be even hotter for me babe....it is a bit kinky....but would tu...n me on so much....you like me turned on don’t you babe?.....”“Of course I do Lisa, I love doing things that turn you on you know that.....I’d do anything for you.”“Well, you know I love you licking your cum from my pussy.......but.....maybe just once I’d love you to lick another man’s cum out of me....I know it’s kinky babe....but it would turn me on so. I owe this discovery to an ex-boyfriend, who had a certain way of getting me to do things. The way he'd whisper in my ear telling me how hot I looked and how every guy there wanted to fuck me, among other things, just sent me into a state of mind where I wanted to prove him right. I'd done things for him that were really over-the-top, which only pushed my limits further. But I feel somewhat less slutty knowing that in all those experiences, alcohol was a factor. We were in a neighborhood. ”“St. Mary’s in Port Augusta. It doesn’t exist any more.”“Your departure had such a calamitous effect?”Tessa laughed. “Not quite: the Sisters merged it with St. Mary’s in Adelaide. I wish I were there now.”“You didn’t like St. Mary’s?”“The school was fine. The Dominican sisters were wonderful. And I learned a lot. But I was the only abo. And the girls sometimes called me ‘nigger’.”“You’ll have to tell Rachel about that. Maybe she’ll tell you about the time – she must have been six or seven –. Her parents are quite well off and she is an “only”, they live in a beautiful house and her room is huge and has its own on suite, with a shower and a bathroom, she also has a MAC desktop and laptop, which makes my battered HP look like something from the stone age.“Hey Jo cat” she said as she moved in for a hug, “hey back Ali cat” I whispered as I hugged her hard, we stashed my BMX in the garage and went to her room. Her PC and laptop were fired up and she was transferring some photos from her.