Her sheets were soaking, and filled the air with her sweet, spicy fragrance. She squished her thighs together, and felt the mouth of her pussy closing...together, and lightly skittered her thumb over her clit."Ooo," she sighed into the bedroom, and out the open window to the autumn sun dancing through onto the daffodil duvet."How to feel as sexy as I do now..." she pondered aloud. "I suppose," she told the merry sunbeams, "that I could just tell everybody to fuck off. But that's a bit difficult. The world was a vastly different place to me back then to what I know now. Now I know better. From an early age I was always inquisitive and it led me into trouble on a few occasions. Especially if my mum caught me. I often saw my dad being fucked by guys while mum slept passed out with a needle in her arm. To me this seemed normal. I was ten when I first watched my dad on his hands and knees naked and moaning with pleasure with a black man fucking him. To me it was naked piggy back riding but. I did not think she was gay. That was the last thought in my head. But there was something about her that was attractive. She had long black hair, soft skin and lips that were so delicious.” Lauren smiled, reminiscing. Soon she was crying. Her friend held her. “She had a rough-around-the-edges feel, but she was such a softie. We became friends. Eventually we kissed at a party. Some people heard, outing me. God, I was such a bitch to her.”“Why?” Fancy said, with more concern. She never saw her. I was told by my friend that she liked to wear sexy clothes, showing her cleavage and milky white thighs.Seeing that red dress she was so happy, jumped in joy as she never expected this. She hugged me and gave a peck on my cheek. I started blushing and asked more. She shied a little bit and went to another room to change her dress. She showed me how she was looking at it.After seeing her in that dress, (beauty in red), I was turned on due to the effect of alcohol. My dick started saluting her.