I can't lie, so I spill. "I'm thinking that I am a beautiful girl, that it's summer, I am lying in a field of uncut hay. We are girl lovers." My heart...is pounding out of my chest, my breath is ragged. "The ground is warm, the hay is scratchy, it pokes me. I know you will grind the dirt and hay into my back, but I want to get dirty, really dirty, I want sex, sweaty, dirty sex. We have found your sisters' strap-on. You stand silhouetted above me, the wind whips your hair, sunlight breaks across. I said, “sure but we only play to the first person loses all their clothes.” Nguyet said, “okay but we’re all adults who have seen cocks and pussies before, what happens to the loser? Dishwasher blond Jane stretched pushing her big boobs towards my face and said, “how about we do what we want to him.” Sheila corrected, “him or her” and said that if she lost that I could do whatever I wanted with her. Sounded like I got to fuck the loser, which would be nice way to end the evening. But Sheila. I leaned back, and he started sucking me off. It felt incredible, better than I'd ever felt before. Finally, I too came, and we held each other for several minutes.When we got up, David made us lunch, and we played video games for a while. When I got home, Dad was pissed off about something and I spent the rest of the afternoon nursing a bruise. This would become a regular feature of my life over the next few weeks. My parents always got testy when I wasn't working, and the money I told them. It may be an orphanage, but the people there were the only family she had…but shes leaving for them and constantly reminding herself of that somehow made her at ease. She wasnt able to get enough sleep since he left the lawyers house…and crying since last night drained all her energy, she fell asleep as they drove further… …It was dark…but she knew she is in a garden…the dark red rose surrounded her and slowly melted and pooled around her feet…she was mesmerized as how red they were and so she.