I had explored the place when I first got there and discovered a very tiny room off the basement corridor. It was not much more that a large closet bu... it had a roll away bed in it and I figured any bed by myself was better that being kicked in the ribs all night by my kid brother. Later that evening, as everyone retired to their designated rooms, I retrieved my stuff from the car before sneaking off to the basement and to bed.I awoke from a deep sleep to the feeling of the covers being pulled. ” Ashley laughed.We talked for a few more minutes, then I hung up. Alexis had went back to the bathroom, finished drying her hair, then joined me back on the sofa. She was wearing a pair of short white terry cloth shorts with a white tee shirt, her hair pulled back tight behind her.“It’s going to be kinda of weird meeting Ashley. I don’t want to sound...” she started.“Alexis, please don’t ever tell Ashley, what I told you about us. Not unless she brings it up, promise?” I interrupted.“I. My voice was the first to be lower, then I had to start shaving at around 10. Hair was sprouting everywhere and I would out grow my sneakers at least three sizes within a year. Those years were the most awkard of my life, but I managed to survive and hold on to some amazing experiences. I recall the first time I discovered masturbation and the end result that came of it - pun intended. It was the summer of '87 and the sun was BLAZING!! My 8-year old hormones were racing and almost anything. My boyfriend was talking to another guy when a big biker came up to me and without a word, grabbed me and kissed me. His tongue worked it way down my throat as he forced my mouth wide open. His hand moved to my tit and squeezed hard. I did not want any trouble so I let him do what he wanted. I thought my boyfriend would see what was happening and come to my rescue. But the kiss continued and his hand moved from my tit to my pussy. He popped the buttons on my jeans and finger fucked me with one.