” (mouth) I tried to console her and told her straight up that that was a good thing and that I had been fucked up my ass and down my throat more ti...es than I could count. Then she said,” and my ex had a huge dick and he pounded every opening on my body like a jack hammer for 30 years. Plus, he would tie me up and shove things up both of these (pointing to her pussy and asshole) He would fuck me with everything and ram his big cock in on top of it. Then once he was done he would go watch porn. Being a Vicars daughter was stressful enough, but being beautiful and in a constant sexual limelight, brought on my early puberty, I found myself with breasts by thirteen, which made my existence unbearable, with my constant teachings around the family table, about chastity, and sex.Puberty and masturbation went hand in hand (pardon the pun), and with myself, the daily rubbing became chronic, and I ended up by being caught, and with fathers insistence, finished with sessions of psychology to. If Sir Gottfried was a German, I wanted his opinion on both the Long Cut ale and the local brew. Maybe he could tell us what we were doing wrong. His analysis was that the Long Cut ale was very good for something not brewed according to Das Reinheitsgebot, the German ‘beer purity law’ that was enforced throughout Germany. The local brew, on the other hand, was horse piss that could only be sold in America. He had no idea what we were doing wrong.On to more important things. Sir Gottfried was. Heck, maybe she would actually do what she had always, always dreamed of doing, write a book. Funny, how she always wanted to do that but never once took any classes like that in college, it was just a pipe dream; but maybe now she would at least put some thought into it.So here she was, she thought as she pulled her rental car into the driveway of the "beach house", which was more like a mansion. The house was huge; it was not what she pictured a beach house to be, even if it was the beach.