We agreed that both ways were neat ways of getting our nuts off. Having your cock sucked was more fun than beating your meat. Or having someone beat i... for you. Dad interrupted, When did Julie get involved? Julie said, Let me tell them. Part 5 It was after my 18th birthday, when you and Mom told me I could set my own hours and could come and go pretty much as I pleased. I came home from a bad date. My boyfriend had been a real jerk. We had been having a good time at a party, but he started. This one was larger and hurt as it forced its way into my vagina. It continued its quest to completely fill me, I could see that everyone in the viewing bos was masturbating now. The tentacle pulled itself out of me and then went straight back in, and then again, and again, and again. My pusssy gave in to its demands and I began to enjoy the assault. Thats when the second tentacle pushed itself into my asshole. It was huge and I feared my rectum would rip! it repeated the first tentacles. "I don't know. I feel really clumsy around girls. I become hyperconscious of everything. Don't know where to leave my hands, and I'm thinking every few seconds if I'm making the right amount of eye contact. I don't know a good opening sentence to begin with." Opening sentences are so overrated", said Mom. I've heard them all: 'Haven't we met before?' or 'You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen!' They're such a turn-off. I never dated guys who talked to me like that. It's better to be a. He turned away and gathered her discarded clothes from where she had dropped them on the floor. ‘I’ll just run these through the washing machine. Get the worst of the dirt off.’ As he left she caressed a full breast, unsurprised at the erect firmness of its nipple. She was conscious of her situation – naked in the house of a stranger who would clearly delight in bedding her. And if she were honest she rather welcomed the possibility, for it must be all of two years since a man had last filled.