It had been her little haven from the world until the house on the hill was built. She could hate Alexandra for that trespass at least. It helped only...a tiny bit.After cleaning up, she decided to clean herself up and get a grip. She went to the bathroom and ran the water, splashing it on her face to cool it and wash away the tears. After drying, she used some eye drops to clear the redness and in no time, looked like her old self. She didn't feel like her old self though. She felt older.'Old.'. I truly do have happy memories as well since you were my first lover.’ Connie continued: ‘After I calmed down, Antoinette wordlessly moved up and straddling me presented her cunt to my face. I instinctively knew what I was supposed to do. As lesbian lovemaking was old hat for her I knew that to make her come I had some work to do. Licking her cunt though was a very wondrous undertaking enhanced exquisitely by her female smells. Actually my first licking of another woman’s pubes was so exciting. Desolate to either side, nothing but more rocks to be seen, completely hidden from the path above and the street just a couple hundred yards behind, and at the very end of what seemed like… anything. Looking out across the water, you knew that there were things there. Ships and towers, docks and mills, but in the blackness, it looked like the last step in the universe.You eyed me sideways, wondering if I really was thinking what you both hoped and feared I was. I inched over slightly, until my. In the prison hierarchy, there was nothing lower than a bitch - a man who had had his masculinity stripped from him. Conversely, many bitches were highly valued. Some of them became wives, others - the prettiest, the most feminine looking - were prostituted - turned out as whores. And that’s what happened with Kevin. He was fortunate, though, in that he had been offered a choice - loaded though it had been; he hadn’t been beaten and held down and raped to the point he needed medical attention -.