Alarmed I yelled, “STOP THAT!” I shouted louder then I meant to. He wasn’t really making me mad. It was just that I was surprised that I actuall... like all the attention he was paying to me. “If you don’t like the pearls, I’m taking them back then!” “Uncle Steve,” I wined. “I do like them. Please don’t take them back.” I started stroking him even faster, hoping it would make him happy. I asked, “Do you want me to keep stroking your…cock?” I looked down bashfully as I pronounced the last word.. She was breathing hard and I reached around and inserted a finger into her pussy easily as she was wearing a pair of shorts and no panties. I slid two fingers in and could feel how wet she was. I said damn that monkey got you as turned on as me. she didn't say a thing, but I kept fingering her to an orgasm and she calmed down and we drove out of the parking lot. as we got on the highway a young k** was hitching a ride. he looked like a hippy from the way he was dressed. I couldn't tell how old. I’m addicted to sex. I guess I could join Sex Addicts Anonymous. I could go to a meeting, stand up and say, ‘Hi I’m Brandi Taylor and I am a sex addict.’ I could follow the twelve step program and cure my addiction. The problem is I don’t think I have a problem and I don’t want to change. I love my addiction and I love my slutty life. I don’t know or care why I am the way I am. I had a normal childhood growing up in the mid-west, no incidents of molestation or incest to blame it on. However, I. When I finally awoke to brilliant sunshine; and heat! It was hot; there was a blue sky, a bright sun and a lot of heat. The scenery seemed different to Cambridgeshire. It was very hot! A couple of women walked past, looked me over and giggled. They were laughing at my clothes, I could tell, and they were dressed – well half undressed actually ... After a decade as a science student, I was used to well-dressed, attractive women laughing at me; it was an international language. I wasn’t.