Oh happy day Sir. I am so happy to see You!" Her eyes shone bright with her joy and love as He placed His left palm over her smiling lips and slowly...and gently pushed her back down. Without a word He firmly pushed her knees apart, slid between her legs and then breathed warm air over the already moist lips. She gasped as she felt His breath, and then bucked, hard, into his mouth. Her fingers instinctively clawed and curled into her palm before she placed them over His head. The soft touch. The thumb rubbing her clit began to rub harder as her asshole pulsed to the thrusting vibrations. Tess couldn't believe it, she had never cum this many times before, but she was climbing the peak again. She couldn't howl any more, but she was moaning constantly. The vibrator started to pump more quickly and deeply, and within minutes Tess was shuddering with another violent climax.Finally, her body fell back to the table, and she felt something press at her pussy. Two hands lifted her head so. Instead of my small studio, I was in a spacious bedroom thatlooked like it was straight out of a West Elm catalogue. My queen bed(queen? I have a full bed, I thought) had a tufted pale blue paddedheadboard, and I had more pillows than seemed strictly necessary. Therewere art prints on the walls - a mixture of black and white photographsand abstract art. The dresser had several framed photos on top, as wellas a box of some sort. The night table had a number of magazines on it,including Elle,. That really happened. I was 12. I didn’t own gloves and socks don’t do shit when it’s that cold.Andrea was real too. Unlike Michael I didn’t win her heart. I did win her friendship and in the process she reignited my humanity which had been all but extinguished by the time I had met her at 13. I wear a tattoo in her honor. If she was still alive she’d beat my ass for that, but alcohol killed her several years ago.No Father, no money, no status, no social skills, what I did have was a mind. I.