I did not think, I did not contemplate what happened next. I simply reacted to an unforeseen and absurd set of circumstances. I found myself pushing m... hand so that his knuckle pressed firmly against my erect and sensitive clitoris. I cannot explain how or why, but the combination of being exposed to this handsome young black medical technician as I was, the nozzle in my ass, the fluid flowing so violently into my rectum and bowels, and Jerome’s knuckle coming in contact with my clitoris shot. I remembered what dad said about turning into a slide so I did and only one back wheel went into the ditch and right back out. I thought I was going to cry I was so afraid," the boy continued. His face was screwed up as if he wanted to cry again at just the memory of the ordeal."Son," Rob said gently. "Like your Grandpa said, there is nothing wrong with being afraid. There isn't anything wrong with crying either. It doesn't matter if you are crying because you are sad or afraid. There is. Eww.“I insist you sell me that car,” he said. He pointed at the Escort.“Not for sale.”“Do you have any idea who I am?”“Well ... you’re neither Tidewater nor Cocaine ... I know all of those guys,” I said.“I could buy and sell you,” he said.“You have millions?”“I don’t need millions for the likes of you,” he said.“Get out of my garage,” I said.“You can’t order me out ... this belongs to the racetrack.” A very smug look came over his face. “I am a stockholder.”“Evidently, you’ve never read my. ” “Yeah, right! Steph the golden shower queen, right. Shit, I… hey…” Future Steph had just finished clumsily help Steph roll the hem of her dress up over her hips and had slipped her fingers into the waistband of her skimpy panties, helping her push them from her hips. It felt nice. Not in a way that she could explain. Certainly not in a ‘what a nice gesture, helping your past self get her panties off so that she doesn’t piss all over them’ kind of way. More in a ‘it feels nice to be touched.