I was in love. And so that is how this Independence Day came to me, a blisteringly hot humid day, the water stretched out before me, and my head in th... clouds. I was invited to Jesse’s family’s BBQ later on that day, or the Samson's as I had come to find out. The Samson’s were a strikingly beautiful bunch, Scott the father being similar in looks to myself, and both Faye and Tanya, daughter and mother, unbelievingly beautiful in their own rights. Jesse had my mind that day on the beach, as I. Jay was right behind her. His tool was getting all the stimulation it could handle, when he felt his balls contract and his come begin shooting deep inside her. Wendy fell against his chest, her erect nipples poking into him. Both were trying to get their breath back. "I've been wanting to say something to you, and now seems to be a good time" she began. She pushed away from his chest, stroking his blonde hairs. Suddenly, she seemed hesitant, at a loss for words. Finally, she took a deep a. "This is what drives you crazy, Lauren," Henry whispers, his breath against my lips chilling. "It is," I mumbled, kissing him softly on the lips. "But I can't," I begin to push him away, to push everything that we started away, but then he stopped me by kissing my lips tenderly and with such passion and love that I couldn't resist him. Everything seemed to slow down as I grasped his wrist while his hands held my head in place. I softly moaned and hugged him close to me. The. Mikey and I got married and I quit being a prostitute when I turned 31. We all moved to the country into a big house, I finally got my college degree and we became swingers as an alternative, to keep my sexual addiction under control. So that's the story of how I became a hooker at 18 and according to my estimates, fucked and sucked over 5000 different men during a 12 year period. It was a wild time in my life, where I experimented and tried all that I could to experience sex, d**gs and love to.