Her parents wouldn’t even let her have a party. Her friends all had parties! It was so unfair!Straightening her over-size, crooked glasses again, Ni...mala sighed looking at the pathetic cupcake with a single candle; a birthday present from the girl on the last shift. After work she had to go home and phone her parents to let them know she was safely home. Then she could log onto the dialup internet connection, not that she could get to any interesting sites; her strict parents had installed a. The bed was centered on a platform and looked the size of a small lake. And in the center, white sheet covering just past his hips was Ken, his chest bare, one hand laying negligently against his stomach, the other up and under one of the pillows.My heart caught at the sight of him in this room just made for romance. He was so handsome, dark haired, tall and strong. My hand went to my throat as feelings just seemed to overwhelm me. He'd swept me away from our very first hello. Swept me away and. “I thought that you and my mother had decided that you were not interested in fooling around. You and she were pretty chummy, and it sure sounded as if you both were determined to protect my virtue, regardless of my own plans for my virtue. You just sit there, and be virtuous, young man, so you can report to my mother that we were proper little churchgoing church mice! “ She crossed her arms, doing interesting things to her bust in the process, and continued, as if in an aside. “Harrumph! Not. She felt him push one finger inside. Her tight sphincter protesting the invasion. But with gentle persistence, he bottomed that finger inside her. It burned. Oh how it burned. She wiggled, trying to relieve the pressure. He worked his finger, gently, as he let her grow accustomed to the penetration. When he felt that ring of muscle relax, the second finger was inserted, and the burning started anew. She was loving every minute of this. Scissoring his fingers, he tickled the walls of her.