Roberta James was nervous even though she had been in many different Shakespearean plays over the past few years whilst studying English Literature at...University. Her past reviews had always been quite encouraging complimenting her on her excellent diction and commanding voice. It bothered her no end that no reviewer had commented on the depth or range of her emotional commitment to her performance. In her mind that could only mean they really thought she was lacking in either true feelings or. "You do feel big, though." You feel very tight. Feels good, Shy. I'm about halfway in. Do you want to take a rest?"She shook her head. "All the way, Paul."He gently pressed against her and slowly his organ disappeared into her until his mons was touching hers. He lay atop her, gently easing his weight onto her. "Doing okay?" he asked."I'm fine," she said and smiled. "It doesn't hurt ... I mean, I feel like you're stretching me but it's okay."Paul rocked his hips to drive himself in a bit. Julia stepped outsidethe tent and pulled on a string that had been holding up a strip ofvinyl that acted as a door, causing it to fall over the opening andgive me some privacy.The outfit she had selected consisted of a white skirt that looked likeit would be nearly see through, a pink tank top that had a number ofsequins that made it shimmer much like the one I had worn at my firstconcert, a wide silver belt that looked like it was studded withdiamonds all the way around, and a single, simple. I'd climbed out my bedroom window barefoot, but I'd had a good reason for that too. My stupid dad. Fuck! If it wasn't for him..."You have to take me home," I said, holding up the only two pairs of shoes to be found in that stupid tree house. "I can't wear these. They're too small and the heel's busted on this one." We're going to be late," Ruhk protested, but he didn't have much of a choice."Well, I'm not going to school barefoot," I told him. "I can put on some decent clothes, too. These pants.