I needed to be fucked. But none of the boys I knew, would ever make a move and I was really afraid of looking like a slut. I couldn’t talk to anyone...I knew about my sex obsession. My friends were all virgins, and would probably think I was weird if I told them how much I needed to be fucked. So every day I suffered, almost feeling like I was going completely mad with this burning need to have a dick inside me.In my time in summer school I met this pothead girl. Her name was Sarah. She had red. I told Filo that I was taking my ship back and he could have Thunder; what repairs did Wrong Place need? He said some lines were getting ragged but that was all. No problem there, we should still be able to replace them.That reminded me that we needed to get a hemp farm going so that we could make our own rope. That led to an expedition upriver, looking for a place where hemp would thrive but no one would bother it. We found a place about twenty or thirty miles upriver, just downstream of where. She lifted me down and when I was steadyon my feet, she rearranged my shiny pink frock and swishing chiffonpetties to sit prettily. "There you go," she crooned in satisfaction,as she straightened the gold cardboard crown on my head. "My prettylittle Princess is all fresh and dry again. Let's take you back outsideto play with your little friends." Taking my hand, she led medownstairs and back out to the party clutching my Princess Barbie to mybreast.Despite soaking my nappy less than an hour. Tom figured this evening's fun and games was probably over when Jessica rolled over next to him, and her hand reached down between his legs, finding his cock and wrapping her fingers around his now semi-soft dick. Tom was rather shocked that she was still interested in further sexual play after he'd just fucked the daylights out of her for the very first time. Tom reached over and put his arm around Jessica's back, loving the view of her naked rounded breasts exposed to him as he lay there.