“You know, it was funny. She seemed completelypreoccupied with her appearance, like being pretty waseverything. I thought she dressed, well̵...; a bit old forher age. You know– one of those girls who really getsinto makeup and clothing. And yet she hated it when boystouched her even innocently. Never had a boyfriendeither. At one point, I suspected sexual abuse– youknow that’s not natural for a girl to be so skittish.”“What happened?” Glen pressed.A. Your Family was not always from Mongolia, your family had emigrated. Near the start of the war and you are second generation. You had heard that your grandparents had first gone to The Yukon, and then got on a flight to Free Zone your family now has residence in. As best as you can tell your family is American, thou you might be Canadian. Your grand father had gotten a job and made you official residents so your family gets treated a bit better then the average Refugee even if you are often. I had never been aroused like this before!I turned and offered Biscuit my front again. I felt the need to see my sex partner. More licks on my vulva, my arousal juices mixing with the saliva on my thighs. Biscuit was going crazy, licking me almost to orgasm, trying to mount my leg as I stood, more licks on anus, vagina, and flicks to the clit, then more leg mounting. I felt a huge wave of sexual desire wash over me, clear and strong. I grabbed the lube, wetted my hand with it, and reached. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he'd relieved it multiple times... But now they had to go to work. Stan got up, grabbed the bowls, cups and cutlery and quickly washed them up. With two women to please, he'd quickly found that keeping the place tidy was preferable to.