Actually my full name is Bertram F. Hankshaw III. I never disclose what the F stands for and never will. I grew up in the deep south of the USA in the...state of Mississippi, during the 1940's and 50's. My family had a large farm and grew cotton. My dad and his two brothers equally owned the farm and had three Negro families that lived on the farm and worked as sharecroppers. While the farm was almost 2000 acres we were not wealthy by any means, as the price of cotton would fluctuate up and down,. My hand then moved to her shoulders and arms, drying each in turn. My lips followed, kissing the areas I'd just dried, my tongue tracing over her soft bubble-scented skin. I slowly dried and kissed my way round her body, missing nothing. Each of Allison's breasts were lovingly stroked through the towel, the material pulling at her hard nipples with my lips and tongue inevitably close behind as I kissed and licked each in turn. I turned Allison around, kneeling close behind her and running the. " I smiled at the thought of all the over-acted, under-scripted films. "Anyway, I know Nick likes to watch that kind of movie from time to time. And I don't mind watching them with the right person, if you get my drift. They do make me kinda horny... " I didn't really want to stick around and watch one of those movies with Nick's friends in the room. But he started kissing me. Nick is a world-class kisser. I swear, he could get me to do anything he wants with the right kiss... mmmm... So I. ..unngghh.... ...........beautiful," she said to no one in her room but herself, "........................unngggghhh...........poetic...........................ohmyGod!ohmyGod!ohmyGod!........bastard you," she grunted between spasms. At that moment she was soooo grateful for the computer that Steve had bought her for her birthday. It was, at the moment, her big white masturbation machine that allowed her to explore her body, and her mind, and her sexuality in the privacy of her very own.