She went on about telling me that our next door neighbor had taken her virginity and after that she was hooked on sex and that it boosted her self-est...em knowing that she could please guys with her sexual wiles. I cut her off and said “how does that help me? I don’t have a neighbor girl to take my virginity”. After a moment or two of silence she said “you don’t need a neighbor girl, that why I’m here” To say I was surprised to hear that would be the understatement of the decade. I said “WHAT?”. So I decided to take things into my own hands, as far as I could. I’d made a good few friends in the city and I started asking questions, as subtly as I could. I was to learn that the five men were a strange bunch. They were known to have control of vast sums of money, which they invested all over the place, sometimes taking over companies whose stock had the unenviable habit of rising once they bought in and falling rapidly once they had sold out again. But whether that was by luck or for some. You bow your head to watch him keep kissing, his eyes closed and pink mouth wet. As you tremble against his body, you wonder if the desire building at his core is as strong as yours. The answer is received when he lifts his head to look you in the eye. The red in his face speaks plenty. He sets you down again (the pressing of your bodies together indeed confirming he’s as excited as you) and you both slowly begin to peel away the rest of each other’s clothes. You rest your head in the crook of. This next surgery helped meto fit in my pretty clothes better. A lot of times when Mrs. Ryan wouldbuy me pretty clothes, they wouldn't fit very well. So Daddy suggestedthat I get a fuller figure. Well, I didn't know what that meant, but whenI came home all my pretty clothes fit much better. It made the Ryan'svery happy.Ever since then, I wear a lot more pretty clothes and both Mrs. Ryan andDaddy seem pleased. Wearing those clothes remind me of you. And thestrange thing is that when I look in.