"She heard him wad it up, a moment later it thunked into a waste can. His face appeared in her vision. It was horribly pockmarked. Deep scars from acn... peppered his skin. There was something oddly familiar about it, something from way back, from another life. With a motionless shudder, she realized he was looking her up and down, an uncomfortable sheen in his eyes.She startled inwardly when his fingertips first brushed and then began to move in circles over her flat, cool stomach. Her skin. Finally Liz said, "When you came here this summer, we allcalled you Butch. It was a nickname you had used all your life; younever called yourself by Stacy, your given name."That struck me as really odd. Why would I want a name like that? But allthey would say was that it fit my old image, somebody who likedskateboards and rough housing. I was not satisfied; that did not seemlike me, not at all.I asked my new gang of friends about it and they were pleased to claimcredit for getting me to use my. She showed me the bottle of lotion.Christina: I’m a bit of a klutz! Mind helping me?Me: Sure!Christina: Thanks so much! By the way, I’m Christina.Me: I’m Aafi. Nice to meet you, Christina.Christina: Nice to meet you too, Aafi. So, are you here alone?Me: Actually, I’m here with my daughter. She’s sleeping over there.Christina: Oh I see. I’m here alone. I just got out of a nasty breakup and needed a getaway. I was looking for some fun. If you know what I mean.Oh my, she is being so direct about. I pulled Tammy’s tits out, started playing with them for all to see. I do not recall how many guys were in the theater already, but I do believe it was three. Shortly after I pulled Tammy’s tits out, one came over wanting to know if he could play with them also. “Are you wanting some cock?” the guy asked after a bit, “I sure want to give it to you, I‘m tired of jerking off.” “We can do that.” Tammy replied. “Let me get more situated.” She stood up turned around, pulled her skirt up, bent over.