Well, it's obvious that you are no virgin and I'm fairly certain you are at least familiar with the concept of a blowjob, although I haven't given you...a chance yet to show me your skills."What I am less certain of is your experience with anal sex. Any whore of mine will have to offer up all three of her holes to me whenever I want to use them. So have you ever been assfucked, Heather?" No, I asked a couple of the guys I was dating if they would take my anal cherry, but neither of them wanted to. Her nipples were poking against the fabric as she said, "Yes it is...I told you I bought a few more bras and slips for you a while ago - this is one of them." My penis wnated to erupt in her warm hand as I asked, "Are you wearing pantyhose?" She pulled her top down, and leaned closer to me saying, "Yes...they are very shiny, and I think you have cum on them a time or two." My penis began to twitch, and she immediately took her hand away, saying, "No way sweetie...wait until I get you home. All that is important is this silence. These wet woods. The sharp tinge of winter in the cold evening air. All that matters is the meditative walk in a long straight line, going nowhere, looking vaguely for something. I wonder why he brought me along. This is so intimate for him and each of us is fundamentally alone in our own thoughts tonight, anyway. Something inside of me tells me this is an apology. He knows I have lost my stillness, just like he has. He knows I am tired. He can see it in. But having the number "eighteen" attached to her changed the way I thought about her a lot.One picture in particular caught my attention. It had its corner wedged into the frame of her mirror. Ignoring the reflection of the naked man with the pink panties over his face, I peered closer. It was of her and her friend Jordan. They had their arms around each other and both were in swimsuits. Jordan was in a green bikini, which displayed her flat stretch of slimly muscled belly. Casey had her more.