I can't believe I went into a strip bar and actually touched a filthy whore of a dancer. I just don't know how to justify my actions. Every time this ...an makes me do some depraved thing, I go blank. I - I just do it. Whatever it is. Like someone programmed me and put me on autopilot.I looked down and surveyed myself. I still looked ok on the outside. I slid my fingers around the edges of my panties, straightening things up. I tried to touch my pussy and clit, but it was incredibly sensitive. I. But it changed after college when I grew maturity. But Tushar insulting my di to the point of tears calling her a slut when she just wanted her husband’s love. It was enough for the most passive brother to grow a rage.Di knew how wild a beast I turn into when I am angry and therefore tried to calm me. When nothing worked she bound me with swear of her name. I sat down beside her. Di was looking beautiful. Gorgeous as she was the bridal wear was the icing on the cake. Her long hairs woven into a. Another FirstAbout two months, (August) after Joe finished off my virginity I was down at the creek. Our land had a pretty good size creek running through, called "Horse Creek." There were several places that were very secluded and deep enough to enjoy a swim... It was my habit for several years to go swimming at this special spot by myself. It was great to shuck off the clothes and sit in the water cooling off. Every summer I would do this at least two or three times a week in the. I ran the tip of the butt plug over her wet, swollen cunt-lips. ?Damn, when you said you were kinky I thought you were just a little freaky, but you bitches are FREAKS!? Daniel exclaimed sounding quite pleased with his luck. ?Mmmm, well there are worse, but yes we like to have fun when we play.? I confirmed then turning my attention back to Colette, ?You know what this is don't you slut?? ?Yes.? Collete sighed as goosebumps started to rise on her flesh. I pushed the.