I wonder what Margaret would say if she knew that I actually enjoy having people look down on me. But I don't. I hate it. It's not as if it turns m... on when people take advantage of me cause I don't stick up for myself. But then how come picturing Trish laughing at me turns me on? Oh, G_d, I wish I...Oh I don't know what I wish. I wish I was normal. I wish I had a husband and a baby and wasn't addicted to my vibrator. I wish I didn't hate myself. Sunday, February 13, 2000Woken up by. We were quiet as we approached the house Alex opened the door and we all heard moaning sounds coming from the bedroom , I heard my mothers voice say I want you to ram that big cock of yours deep in my cunt make me take it all fill me up with your cum just like last time you know how much I love that. My Uncle Don said ohhh Crystal I love pounding your sweet cunt with this 11 inch cock, Susan can't take it as deep and I really love it when I can shove it all the way in your fucking cunt. Oh yeah. As I ran to my parked car, it was bucketting with rain, a REALLY hard down pour so once I was in my car I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, and was left only wearing my gym shorts while I drove away. At the end of the street was this HOT GUY thumbing a ride, he was wearing jeans, T-shirt and flip flops that was soaked through. I stopped and offered him a ride, as I was driving out of downtown to home about half hour to 45 mins away. He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked. I could already feel your kiss, that little smiley.Me: Me too, never found one sensible woman.She: That’s the only compliment?Me: Only when I can see you, I can give a proper compliment.She: Smart, ok, no face, ok?I got ready in the office. I rushed to the restroom, unzipped my pants, kept the cam towards the wall. I was already semi-hard.She: Call me.Me: YeahOk let me describe this, I didn’t even touch my dick. Yet it got flushing hard. She showed her neck and her cleavage. It was a black.