I then knew that Victor had taken too much red wine by now…I was pretty sure having met that old lady before; but I could not remember when or where...��I moved amongst the people, trying to reach my husband, but suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder from behind. I turned and found it was my attacker upstairs. He whispered in my ear:“Nice to see you again, bitch… I enjoyed your tight ass so much…”Before I could answer or spit on his stupid smiling face, another handsome blond and huge guy approached. You pull tighter, and the material slips between my moist labia into my slit. I gasp sharply at the sensation: a little squeak escapes from my throat. I feel your body trembling against me. You too are aroused and excited. Now your fingers find the lacy edge of my panties and tug at them, pulling them to one side, nuzzling into the dark wiry hairs of my bush. Oh god – what if anyone can see my pussy hairs? Sliding down, burrowing down through my bush, catching and pulling on the hairs as they. Well besides for that morning. Hmmm. Does this have to do with that? “That’s okay, I understand. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Steph didn’t push the matter, she’s never been one to pry. Still… It’s weird to see Amanda caught off guard. I start putting the pancake batter on the griddle forming thick circles on the hot surface. “I wonder what’s going on in the news today.” Steph gets up and grabs the remote and turns the tv on. Usually, she’s not much for tv in the morning besides. "Now, dearest Jacque, or is it Jacqueline? Which do you prefer, dearboy?"Jacque looked her in the eye and with his mascaraed lashes blinkingrapidly said: "You may call me Jacqueline!" Alright, Jacqueline, take this lipstick. It is the same deep crimsonwhich you see on your nails. It is the lipstick I bought today at Chanelfor you. It is your first lipstick. Kiss the tube, Jacqueline. When Ifirst received my first lipstick from my mother, she made me kiss thetube so that I would know I had.