Up and down. I instantly hardened in her presence. It was like she could read my mind. Yes, I have a mind of my own. Just ask Master. I came several t...mes by her stroking me. Don't tell Master, but she was better at rubbing than him. I will never forget the day her delicate, pink lips kissed me. I was a little afraid as I approached them - PTSD remember? Chompers was forever etched in my head. Literally. But, soft lips gingerly cared for me, soaking me with her juices, before sliding me down. I’m more cute than hot, but I have an above average bra size, thick lips that I’ve been told look pretty good wrapped around a hard cock and a willingness to spread my legs.Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin.This is why I signed up here to meet other like. " Lucky I thought? It was the other way around, I was lucky to have her the way she worshipped me. How she cared for me, made love to me and made me want to love her physically as well as emotionally. She never complained even when we swapped partners for the night with Marlene and Ruth. Now I had a strange thought, was she really not able to get away to join us here, or was it just an excuse? I mentioned this to Lillian. "My dear" she went on, "You are so bright yet in some ways very naive.". Dude and bro looked like brothers. Dude was dark-haired, bro was blonde. I gave them those names because Dude always started or ended everything he said with Dude. Bro did the same thing, but with bro. I gave them those names because I saw them checking out a girl and heard their conversation. “Dude, she’s hot.”“Yeah, she is bro.”“I’m gonna try and get her number dude.”“Bro, she’s Tom’s girl.” I couldn't believe anyone talked like Spicolli anymore.While I snapped pictures with six cell phones,.