Had Sandy the courage to relate her story without the mellowing effect of drugs to ease the emotional and physical torture that scorched her body each...time she talked about it, Chris was certain the objective truth might run like this:The day that Sandy was to remember forever had dawned very hot, and she had decided to go for a walk down by the creek to get a bit of sunshine and daydream as twelve-year-olds do. A physically mature girl for her years, the black haired girl had walked with her. For a moment, I thought Nikki was going to spank me. I thought she was going to tell me that I should be ashamed of myself for carrying filthy pornographic magazines around with me. Some deeply-recessed part of me was willing her to do it too, eager to feel her hand slap against my bared buttocks. Fidgeting, I found myself thrusting my bum up for the punishment which I deserved. But she didn’t punish me. She used thumb and fingers to ease my bum cheeks apart and then poured massage oil down my. You know what they say, when the cats away the mice will play!Many years of sexual playtime would most usually happen on nights when my parentswould go out for a few hours. My little journeys into my sensuality and sexuality would becomelike my orgasmic experiments over the next years and leading all the way up to around 1976 orso when I recall first starting to dabble with makeup, wigs and female undergarments.I’m now 63 years old and I not afraid to say that I still nourish the fetish. I. Then she recalled masturbating to the gangbang story she had read earlier that day. She wondered what it would be like to have six guys taking turns fucking her.She tried to put that out of her mind by thinking about seeing her daughter later that evening, and apparently by drinking, since Bob now brought her another drink to replace her empty one.Then he said sweetly, "I think I deserve a kiss for bringing you a drink." Elena smiled then and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he.