That’s why you’re asking, isn’t it?”“You’re dating eight girls, juggling two others and have forty more willing to take the plunge if you ...ay the word. It’s certainly a situation that begs to know how you manage.”“Transparency,” I told her. “I despise secrets and lies. My girls know that. Everything’s out in the open. When someone comes looking for that kind of help, we sit down and decide together. If someone says they aren’t comfortable with it, then the answer is ‘no’. We’re unanimous or we. For Vanessa the feel of that water massaging her undercarriage was all she needed to send her body into one orgasmic spin. No sooner had those water jets shut themselves off than Vanessa’s fingers were getting jammed up hard into her vagina. As one hand began to finger fuck Vanessa’s cunt the other hand started playing with her clitoris. This was done while the audience down below watched on in total appreciation and admiration for this naked and very young student up there doing all this on. The man, this guy, fella, or whatever, or however said had quite a bit of a Friday of the weekend with some, or such of his homies, partying with his male friends, & their female dates after work, winding down after a rather busy week, not really thinking about any religious church service, &/or sabbathical sunday school class whereas if anything it was like, "homies, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, see you when I get there.", & so they party to practically if not possibly until. You had returned home yesterday after being kicked out of the academy. A hell of a way to spend your nineteenth birthday. In the front room you could hear your mother walking around. The only other noise was the sounds of the rain on the tin roof. You try to ignore her pacing as you read. You had wanted to be a sailor like your parents had been all your life. The Academy was supposed to get you a place on a ship as a certified deck hand or a junior officer… But suddenly the head master had call.