"Oh--FUCKYESSS!!" He'd said, repeatedly, and the sound of his unmistakable pleasure gave me my own special pleasure in return!He was 19 years old, and...I knew he was thinking of going to college, so I was very much aware that I'd probably never see him again after that. He'd likely forget all about me and the glory hole, and though I understood that, I still felt somewhat wistful. So, I was determined to make the most of the time that Conner was still here; and I drained every drop of his cum. I continued to grow my hair and let my fingernails grow long as well, keeping them shaped and manicured - and being the sixties, with individuality running rampant, I was raising no flags with either. By the late sixties I had grown to 5'8 but was skinny as a rail, weighing in at about 110 lbs. My hair was almost to my waist, and I was still going out occasionally late nights as a girl, but the thrill had gone from that somewhat. Being out but not being seen was almost like staying in, and I. What an odd thing to say, I remembered thinking. And still, it was from my heart. He turned toward me, and brushed my hair out of my eyes. ‘No, I don’t want to think about anything right now but you.’ My insides were like jelly. I knew it must be nothing more than sweet talk, morning after balm to keep him in my good graces. But I let myself believe it. ‘Sweet talker,’ I teased him. ‘Do you want something to eat?’ ‘You know I can’t eat this early. I’ll take some coffee if you got it.’ I kissed. As I was bent over fumbling for a CD to change someone spanked me! It was Grace- she had brought her hand down on my ass in a hard slap, shocked I straighten up just in time for her to give me a cheeky wink - hand me a drink and then return to her audience of admirers.After Halloween it became impossible to hang out with Grace without my mind going into overdrive, all I could think about was submitting to her. I had often become embarrassed when she caught me looking at her for longer than I.