She was at her Uncle Len's house to spend a few weeks with him and his family and, that particular night, he had taken his wife, Trish, and Libby's th...ee cousins into town to see a movie. Of course, he had wanted to take Libby, too, but she had begged off, pleading a headache.Now, she admitted to herself that she had been lying. She had not really had a headache. What she had been troubled with was far, far worse.For what the young virgin had was a raving case of the hornies! She was used to. And until two nights ago Jessica'd wanted no part of any of this! Yet yesterday morning she'd awakened just before I left to keep my appointment at the Salon, and wished me a happy, happy birthday, and kissed me goodbye. This despite the fact that I was already wearing just a touch of mascara and lipstick. Usually she despised seeing me in any kind of make-up, and she made no secret of it. Yet, this time she said that she couldn't wait to see me done up properly by professionals. And . "Yes, please enter gentlemen." Rose said demurelyImmediately as we entered Rose Blossom's library we could see that it was a woman who wanted to be a fighter, on the wall between the shelves of books there were swords and shields, a copy of the dojo's mat was on the floor and separated from the library by a bamboo curtain.I could see that she had mainly White and Yellow books on show, in one corner there were some Black Books. Rose saw my look and looked defiant, "I didn't like the things that. "What are you now?"Melinda whimpered. Her pussy ached. "Your ... y-your little church girl s-slut."Jo smiled and slapped Melinda's ass, eliciting both a yelp and a moan. "Now get upstairs and into your bedroom."Melinda hesitated and stared at her aunt through the growing haze of sexual need. "M-my bedroom? But..." Oh, is your bedroom still the picture of innocence? Is it still someplace you feel protected from the big bad world?"Melinda would have laughed at such questions were she coherent..