Instead, I gave them the fate of the thongs, except I threw them in the garbage. Goodwill might not like used pantyhose. Then I sat back down to finis... my vintage boxed wine and pondered the things that one might learn from a four (almost five) year old princess.That night, while Thunder Thighs was upstairs getting her insatiable cunt pounded by another Just-A-Friend and moaning, I was in bed trying to think about how I was going to be able to afford a new bikini for summer. But my fingers were. Everything about his lean, naked body was firm – the hard line of his jaw, the honed muscles of his abdomen – everything, that is, except the flaccid bit of manflesh between his legs. It hung soft, like a sock on a clothesline. On one side of the room stood a row of men, two of which Moe recognized from the poker game, all of whom were naked. On the other side of the room, as if preparing for a sexually perverted game of Red Rover, stood a line of girls, equally nude. Every one of them was. I’m wild and love to have fun. When my friends and I go out, we’d always drink and act crazy. I've had a lot of boyfriends and even girlfriends. I’m an attractive girl. I’m about five feet six inches tall. I’m about a hundred and ten pounds. I have green eyes. I have a 34 C cup. Guys have always been interested in my breasts. I've been sexually active since I was sixteen. I’m responsible and take birth control. I always would have my boyfriend’s wear condoms. My mother said it was best to go. “Not until this evening,” she answered. In one smooth motion he rose, reaching for her as she left her chair and dove into his arms. His kisses were a tender rain, his lips exploring her skin as though they had never tasted its softness before, though they had countless times in nights gone past. He was pushing her against the counter, kneeling at her feet, parting her legs even as his tongue buried itself in the dewy folds of her sex. She moaned, a low sound from deep within her, watching the.