The paintwork was faded and peeling, the windows were covered in grime, the guttering sagged, probably filled with ti tree leaves. There was the remai...s of a fence around the block, the place was full of weeds; that would be the first task before anything, weeds and tall grass equals snakes.When I opened the front door our nostrils were assailed by a dank musty smell, to put it mildly, Barry lived like a pig, take that back, pigs, if kept in the right conditions a relatively clean animals.. We move together as one, moving to the beat of the intense music. His hands start to explore my body, first down my side to my thighs and back over my stomach. He explores the gaps in my dress before his hands move to my breasts and squeeze gently. I moan loudly and feel weak at the knees. His hands continue to massage my breasts as my head falls backwards onto his shoulder and he kisses my collarbone and neck. My god, I am so wet. I see people watching us, but I don’t care. I am losing myself. In a way, she pitied the poor girl, stretched out and naked from the waist down across the bottom of the bed like a sack of potatoes. Her mouth was slack and her tongue handing out like a dumb animal and she reached out to grab Becky’s fingers like a drowning person hoping to be saved from a fate worse than death. Becky patted the girl’s sweating hands and told her, “Just relax, dearie and give the gentleman his needs like a good little girl.”The sound of Sir Louie’s muscular thighs slapping. “I do Rosie and it does more than just tingle when I touch it.” She grunted as she wiggled.“I was afraid you would tell me that you didn’t have one ... that I was just some kind of freak.”“I DO have one Rosie and it’s more than just a bump. And it makes me feel wonderful when I rub it.” She wanted to tell her, “You should feel it when somebody else touches it.Rosie thought about Kathy telling her about playing doctor with Ray. She was sinfully envious. “Kathy? I have a confession.” She watched.