She had been so carefully primed, so prepared for this exact moment. It was hoped that Amy's hurt would somehow turned to erotic curiosity. If that ha...pened, the experienced Bob and Cathy knew it would all start to turn. The curiosity, the erotism, her natural sexual reaction to it all would eventually permeate her senses. They knew that what was now Amy's damaged and dulled senses could soon be overwhelmed with the eroticism of it all. If they were fortunate, what was now perceived as hurtful. Her mom, Linda, was 38 and gorgeous, a former cocktail waitress who'd never been to college but who had incredible street smarts and had been quite savvy on how to manipulate men in her prime. Carrie's dad was James, a 39-year-old chemical engineer who held a decent position at Monsanto and made a decent paycheck that he turned over to Linda every Friday. James was meek and submissive, and had no say in the family direction; he left all of that to Linda. James spent most of his private time. You begin stroking my mound on the outside of my knickers. I know they're damp and I love it when you begin to press deeper and the soft silky material of my knickers begins to slide between my labia. I throw my head back and moan...loving the sensations that are flooding through my body. Suddenly, you release my nipple and your lips are following the path that your hand took only a few moments before. You reach behind me and pull me closer to the edge of the bench and kneeling in front of. “You have to be kidding. You will be absolutely bonkers in a month,” Addie said. “Admit it you are an adrenalin junkie.”“Even if that were true, the SJL isn’t exactly a high pressure situation,” I replied.“So what would it take to make the environment into something you could function inside?” the chairman asked. “See here is the deal. The SJL had it’s most success ever with the two cases you worked on. It makes me think we are going something wrong.”“My daddy used to say, ‘if you think you are.