By now I had left my teens and began to years for them, men I had fucked as a girl, had died from old age and I began to suspect as I grew older and m...re sexually experienced, I wished I had known then what I knew now, it would have made my life more interesting for me. Back then surrendering to a man was about his pleasures not my own, I was the curiosity providing the pleasure, milking out of it what I could for myself.I was 22 and it was as if I had stopped growing, stopped maturing, I had. I was nineteen years old and in charge of my four younger sisters. I had a banker, a lawyer, a doctor, and a schoolteacher on my advisory board, however I made all the final decisions. The five of us had received many millions of dollars for the wrongful deaths.Let me introduce myself, I’m now twenty-one years old, five feet eight inches tall, and have a six-inch dick. My oldest sister is Debra, eighteen years old, has light blonde hair, and wears a 36-C bra. Kendra is eighteen years old, has. I invited him to a local place after work, Joe’s Pub, to meet some of the crew: Vanessa, Rachel, and Molly Anne. He was quite impressed by them. All three wore short Units outfits, not quite as provocative as clubwear, but definitely making it clear that these were stunning ladies. Molly Anne was in red, Vanessa in green, and Rachel in purple.I sensed that Mike was hesitant, at least in front of Vanessa, to show too much interest in the other women. He also wasn’t sure how to respond to. He calls everyone he met "buddy" or "chief" and would be a punch line to a joke. But now, his ham-fisted efforts at seduction often left him alone, except when he actually managed to score with some troll-like woman, who was either drunk or using Dex as a self-destructive masturbation alternative. Or did I mean as a maturation alternative?Dex's roommate was Mats. All that I knew about Mats was that his company, a Swedish cell phone maker, had transferred him to their American subsidiary for a.