Somewhereduring the school day roaming gangs of sport players would choose whofrom their gang would fight, and who they intended to beat up.Unfortunat...ly that person, many times, and many days, was me.Some people would say, you just need to fight once and then they wouldleave you alone. Not here, not in this town. If you fought and won, theywould simply throw someone else at you until you lost. It was about thistime that I discovered my own ability to find stress relief. Yes, youknow what that. Show me who's boss.” I thought I was going to have to say, 'Pull my hair and smack my ass,' but he picked up on that. He had my long red hair in one hand, holding my head back, and smacked my ass with the other. “Yes,” I said. Another smack. I felt his hand move gently over the cheeks of my ass, felt one of his fingers rubbing my asshole, playing with the pucker. I bucked back against him and came again. This time, he buried himself in me, and I could feel his body twitch and jerk as he. . . Sorry love, I had to close my eyes for a moment, before I could pick up my pen to try and describe to you what I’m doing. I’m rubbing my panties with my hand, and pressing against the warm flesh hidden beneath the cotton cloth. I know that if you were here it would be your hand, and you would be under my pussy sucking at my juice and licking my walls. I keep rubbing my pussy as I struggle to write, pausing between sentences to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of my panties rubbing my. .." - I responded defensively.Hassan: "Yes and no, it means it's something occasional... Or?"Me: "As much as I'd want it to be more than something occasional, I am getting to a point where I can feel like it's never going to get there. It's just... I feel the love, but I also feel uncertain about the future. It is very complicated."Hassan: "Well, as long as you're aware of pros and contras, it is good." - he answered in an encouraging tone.Hassan: "But I am certainly not the guy that takes.