"My nipples flattened out by themselves and I got a sudden chill. After the shiver, my arousal evaporated like smoke. I buried my head in her neck and...kissed her.I whispered, "I would do almost anything for you, but I can't do that. Please don't ask me. Please?" I started crying.She pulled me upright and hugged me very tightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not asking you. I won't... ever. I promise. It was just a thought." I care about her too," I said."I know you do, baby. I know you do."I don't think. ’ Let’s put it this way, if there was a television sports show called ‘Extreme Hair Styling: The Preppie Way ‘ my brother would be the winning contestant each week. My brother is the kind of man who irons his underwear and starches his undershirts. I am a stark contrast against his white-bread lifestyle with my hair colored various shades of patchy purple, facial piercings and blood red lipstick. At the same time I feel his unusual brand of pity on me, I also notice him fondling the small. I just LOVE it. I have been a very lucky girl to get to have been with some very sexy and wonderful guys, with great hard cocks, that can fuck me like I need to be fucked. Although our marriage ended in divorce, my ex had a “Rock Star” cock!!! It was definitely the best part of our marriage. He pounded me relentlessly and my pussy was always satisfied. We had sex 2-3 times a day, even when we were fighting. Sometimes he would add a little spice to our sex life, which always turned me on……..this. Gymnastics was over and baseball didn't start till the twenty-eighth. I could come home and do nothing. Not that I came home, cause I was mobile.After school, Zoe and I would jump in the truck and explore our little corner of the world in a way we never could before. It was like... freedom.Then Wednesday, Dad got his job back. Actually, he got a new job. His old boss, Bill Miller, hadn't been able to replace him, so the state personnel department gave him the authority to hire an outside.