For the next three years or so I was in sexual agony. My shyness prevented me from getting a real girlfriend and my sexual appetite was out of control... I was constantly horny, addicted to porn and jacked off four to five times a day. My fantasy life was fueled by memories from the past and new images of sexy young women masturbating in magazines and porn movies. I was obsessed with masturbating. I dreamed of ways to let girls see me stroke my cock. I even let my sister walk in on me at our. I was no longer a relatively inexperienced teenage girl from small-town America. I had grown into a sexually active young woman of twenty. Sure, I made sure academics came first. But I also I made sure to learn more and more about the sexually voracious woman I had become. Mom and Dad would have been devastated to discover not only how sexually active their daughter had become, but also how bold and even reckless she had become in pursuit of her sexual lusts.While I had become sexually. He came in my cunt and made me cum a lot. Finally he untied me, and we both cleaned up. We took a break. He poured himself a vodka, I had a glass of red wine. I'm not much into hard liquor. He said that he really enjoyed free little sluts like me. He had finally found a girl that would let him do anything. He said that he would like to be my Daddy lover. I blushed and said that I already had a Daddy. He said that he didn't like cheaters and his mood changed. I explained that my Daddy liked to. It was a small house with a large patio notorious for being frequented by high school and college students wanting liquor from the gas station next door. All of whom were chased away by the coffeehouse owner, except for the legal ones, who he sat and drank with. In a sense he chaperoned the students and kept an eye on his business. Smart man. I was wearing my leather Victoria’s Secret jacket. A soft motorcycle leather I earned with blood and sweat building theater sets. It was a cool Spring.