She's one of the most beautiful women her age that I know. I mean, other than Mrs. Morgan, she is more beautiful than any of the mothers of my friends...or ones I see around here. She can't be that insecure, can she?" I don't think so, Son, but let's do this. For the next couple of weeks, compliment her on how beautiful she looks. Maybe even compare her to girls at school or other mothers, but please not Mrs. Morgan. She is only like 24, and a trophy wife to old Stan. God, Stan must be sixty or. For the first time, I was unsure of my Uncle’s motivation in selecting me because I knew I was on a lot of shit lists floating around and some nasty things were being said behind my back in response to my success in digging up the dirt on a bunch of guys working in Internal Affairs and getting a paycheck from the mob as well.Of course, I took Julie along with me to keep me sorted out with the details of our investigation. She was in the late stages of her pregnancy now and was moving slowly at. I find blood on my thighs from losing my virginity which just makes me want to cry more. The last thing I do is to redo my makeup and try to hide the evidence of my tears. When I exit the bathroom my 'new boyfriend' is waiting as well as two of his biker buddies. I can see the interest in their eyes as well and shudder; grateful it was only one of them that raped me. I have heard horror stories of girls being gang raped by a whole motorcycle club. Doing as he asks until an opportunity comes for. For the next hour, we explored all the possibilities two girls could. Each taking it in turn to give and to receive the pleasure. Our ever-searching mouths and fingers leaving nothing untouched.With both of us exhausted, we lay in a mutual embrace, now was the time to talk."Have you ever done this before." I asked."Never." Then why me?" Because you needed someone, and I noticed boys weren't on your agenda for the moment, and I was here."My fingers and lips began exploring her body again. "I'm.