" I don't care if he's pulling hookers off the streets and turning them into valedictorians, it's still rape." Some would say it is, some would say it...isn't, either way, there's nothing you, or I, can do to change it." Oh, isn't there?" This is why I wasn't thrilled about you coming. No, we can't change it. If you start a stink it blows back on me for bringing you in. With your ability to resist control, you'll be marked for death if you won't back off. The most important thing to my community. In her own mind she was trying to justify her need for self-control, while the words in the article haunted her. Tossing ideas back and forth, eventually she came to a somewhat surprising conclusion.'My need for self-control is the result of a fear of non-acceptance.'Being accepted 'as she was' would greatly reduce her concern. The words began to flow as she wrote about her need to be allowed to be who she was. She hoped Gary was the kind of guy who could handle her insecurities. She then wrote. I don't think I'll be seeing much of him anymore.The funny thing is, I was really horny when he came over. I was totally in the mood for a good fuck, just not with him. I tried the vibrator after he left, but it didn't help much.Another rough week. My stats aren't getting better, but they haven't gotten any worse either. Yipee skippy!I am just so tired lately. I wake up three or four times a night lately, and I know I woke up out of a dream, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.. My moans got louder as I approached my first orgasm. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and crossed them to open myself up and to draw him in deeper.Before I could cum - and him, for that matter, he pulled out, breathing hard and squeezing the tip of his penis. His eyes were closed, concentrating on something.“Me next! Me next!” Kat squealed in delight as she ran around the bed and laid down beside me with her legs open. “Did it feel good, Krissy?”I smiled, dazed. “Wow…” was all.