Ashley got a bit scared when her body begun to contort and wanted out. Maria responded and gently backed off.Ashley’s parents scared her not to mast...rbate. They instructed her not to insert anything into her vagina. Their argument was that when something goes wrong, she would have to go to the hospital. The hospital is for ‘normal people’ not for ‘freaks’ like her. A term ‘freak’ still hurts her. At age twenty, she is masturbating for the first time.The idea of penis-in-vagina penetration came. He got the bags of alcohol he bought (he bought a lot), and we walked into his house.He told me to go sit in the living room, while he went to put the alcohol in the kitchen.When I got to the living room, there was an Christmas tree, adorned with photos all around. They were photos of me. Me with cum on my face. Me sucking cock. Me getting fucked. Me tied and gagged. Me being forced.On top of the tree, instead of a star, there was a little sign that said “Lola”.This was my tree, the Lola tree.. On the Monday he left home and send a message when he arrived. He was going to meet some friends in town and have some beer. They all had girlfriends except he, so he searched the internet a bit after a girl who could play his girlfriend for the evening. He found a girl and invited her. It was a blonde girl, not so tall, exactly as he liked. She had played well, like a freshman. In the evening one of the friends invited them over to fuck in bed with them, Of course, the girl said yes, because. You left it in the kitchen last night next to your purse.”Now, the most amazing thing about the dreams I was having is that I remember clearly how Dale looked. There was no fogginess, no blurred out face. I saw a real face: wavy, sandy blonde hair almost shoulder-length, sometimes held back with a hair-tie; a deep natural tan; playful, silver-blue eyes; a warm welcoming smile that sat naturally on his lips; just a bit taller than me; and definitely in much better physical shape.I tell you.