All she had to do was make it past her parent’s bedroom and down those stairs. That first week of that first summer a year earlier came as a result ...f loosing a battle with her parents. Beverly was seventeen and didn’t want to vacation with them anymore. She wanted to stay home with her friends while her parents took her younger sister and little brother for a week to the rented house in Beach Haven. She fought hard to remain home with her friends, but lost. “Next year, when you’re eighteen you. I wasn’t going to get anything in financial aid through the college. For one thing, looking through the FAFSA financial aid forms I noticed that it required a list of my assets. The average student at the time might have been able to save up anywhere from a few hundred bucks up to a grand; I had over seventy grand in the brokerage. No need-based scholarships for this student.There were a couple of different alternatives. One was that I was way, way up in the class standings. Apparently, A. As he rubs my nape, the tips of his fingers explore the crack between, down, down, until he is almost touching... And then the right cheek again, his strength beginning to show. And the left, again. The heat becomes intense, and I start to moan, softly at first, then louder as the number and power of his strokes increase. Just when I think I can't take another, he stops, and I feel the cool air, my bottom hot from him. He walks across the room, and returns with a thin belt, no longer than a. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knees which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went.