But Mr. Right has not walked into my life, several Mr. Wrongs have, but who’s counting. I just turned 21 a month ago. My measurements are 38D-27-38 ...r a size 14. I have naturally curly blonde hair. I’m not a model by any stretch of the imagination and I’ve always felt like I was on the chubby side and kind of plain. I am torn about what to do. I have no one I ask for help from. No one knows of my secrets or my journal, except this person asking me to send a picture of myself naked. I send an. But I still worry about what my friends will think. They already suspect, and they are avoiding me. If I tell them the truth they might reject me completely.’ ‘Yes, they very well might reject you. But by talking to your friends, it will at least give them a chance to see the real you. Then they can make up their own minds if they want to be your friends. It’s a big risk. But you have to be the one who decides when and if you’re ready to take that step. I took that step ten years ago. I lost a. Whatever the case, Levon said finally, Im going over to his house at lunch to tell him that it was you he did that to last night. Its your choice if you want to be there to apologize when I do. And with that, Levon got up and left, heading out for a much-needed smoke break. Jim Scott lived in a modest house not far from work. He lived alone, but still took the time to keep the outside of his house well-kept and attractive, much like he did himself. Levon knocked at the door, listening. Teeth grazing my nipples as they're being sucked....tongue probing my sweet pussy. My monster, so eager to please, to taste the honey flowing from his goddess. An expert at his craft, within minutes he has coaxed a river from me, all to willing to drink...yesssss....A rearrangement of bodies occurs and my monsters are on their backs, offering themselves to my desires. I eagerly assess the feast in front of me. I taste one, then the other, dancing again with my lovers, sucking and licking each.