” He said as he traced a finger along my panty line and hooked it into the crotch, just softly enough to brush against my throbbing lips. He knew I...was wet and that I wanted him. I knew I was not ready, I needed to be punished for the brazenness of being dressed in his presence. He pulled off my panties and inhaled my sex as he moved down my body; feeling his breath that close to my pussy ever fibre in my body wanted him inside me. He stood and slowly unclipped every hook on the front of my. "I have been told I do," I said in a breathless whisper."I guess I will have to find out for myself, what do you say Sylvia?" He asked."I'm here with my friend Reggie," I said."I know, I guess that means I will have to fuck you both," he said."I think Reggie is going to have her own man," I suggested."Then I'll fuck you tonights and her tomorrow night," he said. "Does that sound good." Yes, it sounds fine, for you," I said. "But she and I are sharing a motel room. It would be a little. The whole thing was blown way out of proportion. As a result, I was sent to a psychiatrist. This is where my life took a dramatic turn.The diagnosis was borderline psychotic. I was prescribed Risperadol. My Mom decided to retire and homeschool me. Things went very well for a few years. I was less anxious and engulfed by my moms love.Soon after I turned 12, came another blow to my life. It was a sunny June morning. I awoke and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Strangely, my mom was not. A average day, my girlfriend will teach art at a local school, Jen the aunt will be running errands or horse maintenance and her husband will be working as a car salesman and me I'm usually floating around, snapping pictures around town because I love photography. I come back to Jen's cabin one afternoon to rest and I spot Jen in a shiny black spandex catsuit riding her white horse at a good speed, every step the horse took Jen's cellulite booty would bounce and so would her boobs under all.