For instance, on the weekends, the older of the two, Bret, would come banging on my door at 7 am on Saturday morning telling me to move my car to the ...uilding on the other side of the street because they had friends and a bunch of girls coming over to party. I never once said no like a good girl, because I knew these guys would probably beat me up if I did. The parking situation later became doing dishes and laundry for them when their friends were gone, and Bret would sometimes let me see his. What a logic.Me: Logic is everywhere.Sushma: where? I can’t see it.Me: the way we behave is logically connected with what we know and what we have experienced, the way speak has logic, logically correct way of speaking, way of dressing, way of driving, way of having food, having sex… everything will be perfect.Sushma: Sex? What is logical about it?Me: There is. But may I know how old are you?Sushma: Well enough to know and speak about sex. And quite experienced in it too. And what logic that. “Thats it! Th-T-Thats it…. I’m! I’m cumming!” She howled while her throbbing clit unloaded a power squirting jet against Carter’s steely abs. He loved how they would always claw at his toned ass when he made them cum so hard. Alex smirked, sliding his cock into her depths to send another powerful orgasm through her writhing body. He was nowhere near orgasm. His hands dropped from her legs that stayed in the air a moment longer, shaking. He slapped her pussy, “Naughty bitch… What do you say?”. She gave squeals and muffled cries at all the right moments. One boy poked her with the end of his wooden sword and she jerked away. The oldest boy jumped on top of a tree stump. 


“Bad guys also gamble! Let’s guess what color her underwear is! The winner gets to take them off!”Her dark green eyes grew wide and she struggled like a caterpillar on a leaf. Her bindings pressed her perky young breasts the the edge of her gown, they looked so squeezable… what was I thinking? Or was this me.