"Yessss," you hiss through clenched teeth, encouraging me to force thewet digit into your asshole. With two holes now filled, your begin to buck your ...ips and moan uncontrollably. You reach between your legs and give my balls a grateful caress before turning your attention to your clit, which you begin to strum with short fast movements of your dexterous fingers. As your moaning becomes louder I clamp a hand over your mouth to prevent any passers-by from hearing your sexy voice. Your body. My finger. My blood. My hand. My chest. My breasts. Amy's breasts. The hammer blows of realization landed over and over again. I am Amy. Or I would be, until Janice could get us out of this mess. When I looked back up at her, Janice, or Pam rather, was ignoring me to scribble quickly on a pad of colorful paper she had taken from the top of my, Amy's, teenage desk clutter. She discarded the papers right and left, almost as rapidly as her pen could move. Some of them had only a mark or. But Amy had been stubborn, so I also rekindled relationships with a few old girlfriends on FB. Some of whom shared pics together with phone and video sex. One of these is the former meth whore Freya Moonbeam who had fucked her way back and forth across the country. Good ole trashy Freya was happy for me to share her pics along with actual contact info across the web in the hopes of landing a well-hung sugar-daddy. This tramp was the inspiration for my last name “Moonshadow.” More on Freya in. But little did she know what excitement that was going to go on tonight, even I didn’t know. So it’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m stuck all alone at my house. It’s 10:45. Not even close to ball drop I thought. But I was bored and horny, so I did what any 14 year older would have done – look at porn and wank off. But tonight it didn’t satisfy me as I would have liked. “Aww, well,” I said. So after I was done jacking off, I called my friend Nathan and asked how his New Year’s was going.“Dude, it’s.