"I'll talk to her. I know she also has my best interests at heart. I also trust her more than anybody."He asked, "Where did you grow up? What was your...life like?"Without looking at him, Athena answered, "I'm an orphan. I grew up in five foster homes, graduated from Costa Mesa High School, and got a scholarship to go to Orange County Community College. I studied c***d psychology. Like Taylor, I love c***dren. They're safe. I don't trust most adults. They're often after me for something."Dave. Once, after a hectic session during a shared shower, Gemma and I collapsed on the floor of the shower room, completely exhausted and covered in each other's fluids, allowing the shower to flush away the soapsuds, semen and female love juice from off our fuck fatigued bodies, and for an instant Gemma became Emma the MILF from Aldershot.Gemma demanded anal sex one evening, more specifically rough anal sex.She was slightly drunk and quite insistent, so what could a bloke do but indulge her? After. I hate the idea of hurting anyone.”Pilar leaned in and kissed his chest. “Have you gotten a bruise while dancing yet?”“I don’t think so.” Lev frowned. “Why?”“I’ve gotten more than I can count.” said Pilar. “I’ve been extremely lucky to have never sprained my ankles or broken a bone or worse, but there probably isn’t a part of me I haven’t bruised at least twice. That doesn’t make me hate dance.”“No. It’s just part of the process.” Lev agreed.Pilar nodded. “And when dancers do injure themselves. When she left, I placed my hand on Rachel’s leg and gently caressed the smooth skin. I slowly moved my hand up her toned thigh, and slipped under the dress moving ever closer to her sweet sex.She let out a soft gasp and gripped my arm, as I stopped inches from her flower, she whispered, “You’re not going...”Before she had a chance to finish, my finger slowly moved between her labia. Her hand squeezed my arm, as my finger slipped inside her tunnel of love. I curled my finger and slowly moved in.