She denied it. I asked her what she saw, and she was saying nothing. well that was such a lie. At this time she is sitting at the end of the bed so I ...tand up right in front of her, and tell her. "If you want to see it go ahead. I won't tell anyone." As I stroke her hair, she undoes my jeans. I let my pants drop to my knees. At first she is just looking at it, and I tell her she can touch it if she likes. she begins playing with it as it gets hard. She is being very careful. This is a new thing. But she would do it just to make the men think she wanted to get it inside her very much.The other girls usually had another girl or two to help out with the crowd of men making deposits on their face. Yoshi never did that because she felt it was like cheating. She wanted to handle the entire group without turning it over to another to finish for her.Tonight was a bit different because some of the men wanted to push their fingers into her butterfly pucker hole in back. She agreed to it because. Something had passed between them that night. He was drunk. He was too forward, way too forward. Stupidly forward. Oh, what had he done? Had he driven her away so quickly? And what was she doing there? Was she interested? She might have just been a party-hopper looking for a good time. No, she wasn’t like that. She was a good girl, not the sort who lived for the high of the moment. She was a girl he could love. He was nearly home when he spotted her again. It was like she was looking for. Sie wollten endlich mal richtige Männer haben, die wissen wie man eine Frau nehmen muß, auch wenn ihre Vorstellung eines richtigen Mannes schon bei den über 18jährigen ihrer Schule anfingen. Bei ihrer engen Freundschaft blieb natürlich auch nicht aus, daß sie schon in der Jugend den Körper der jeweils anderen entdeckten. Waren es früher noch zärtliche und vorsichtige Streichelspiele gewesen, so hatten sich diese mittlerweile doch erheblich verändert. An sturmfreien Wochenenden plünderten sie.