I’m here to be your sexual plaything for a few hours, and vice-versa, but I’m not yours and I don’t belong to you or owe you in any fashion what...oever ... with one potential exception that we’ll get to later. Also, I don’t promise that what I just said would be the entirety of my advice. You asked me what I thought, and I said she’d be happier, but I didn’t say she’d be better off. I’m still undecided about that. As for you, and as you certainly know by now, the unfortunate truth is that unless. It was not fast at all, not by any means, but it wasn’t slow either. And Madison definitely seemed to be enjoying it. She was moaning an awful lot. “Does it feel good?” Ashley asked.“Yes,” Madison groaned. “I think I want to try two fingers.”“Great,” Ashley grinned. She slid her index finger out and positioned both her index and middle finger together at Madison’s ass. Then, Ashley squirted a bit more lube onto her fingers, though they were both still quite wet.“You ready?”“Yes,” Madison said.. Luke went out with the other coaches for dinner. Mom is inthe kitchen working on a project for her church group. My dad isn't home. Igo upstairs to my room and strip and jump in the shower. The water feelsgreat. I start pulling on my dick and stroking some, just enjoying thefeeling. In my mind, I am thinking about all the guys in my class havegirlfriends now. I am wondering how many of them have had sex yet. Then mymind jumps to my brother John. His muscles, his bulge, his body, his smell,just. My mother hadn't bonded with me during her pregnancy thus I was left challenged to form healthy, loving relationships as an adult. My brain had been wired differently in the womb than most people's, my subconscious mind operated under the assumption that I was inherently unlovable and intrinsically without value despite how much work I'd done on myself, no matter how many rituals I'd performed, regardless of how many pages I'd written in my journal or affirmations I'd recited in the mirror,.