" She would wake up gagging, gagging not only at the poison being spewed down her throat, but at his words. Never! Not her. She was far too independen... to be some object of lust for a man to find his pleasure in.She would always find solace in her art after her unnerving dreams. Her advocation was pottery and sculpting, her vocation was a sales rep. She went into her studio and began carving into a block of clay. It always amazed her, empowered her that she could create beauty from some mundane. Ok let me distract you a little here. My boobs now are size 36c. They are pretty huge for someone my age and for those who are on facebook, they have seen it. (Another reason to email me and add me on facebook). So i started growing early and by the time i was 13 my boobs were already pretty big for someone my age. I had not yet started wearing a bra, so whenever i walked, they would bounce up and down like mad. Many people thought i was 18 because of my tits. So when i ran to my mothers room. ..and swirled our tongues together... rubbing cocks together ...and felt up each others asshole.Jim asked us to dress for him and we eagerly began dressing each other. It was so hot to help put the lil thong and fishnets on Paul....and to have him help with mine as well.We were all feeling a good buzz from the merlot and were so aroused ....the site of Paul dressed like a slut whore and of a hot naked Jim was the most exciting sexual scene I've ever done...so taboo....so nasty....so. I started to rub my pussy lips up and down on the outside of my heart covered bikini underwear. I was dripping wet, oozing my juices all over my panties and my fingers.. He kept talking even more, slower and so sexy that I had to put my fingers inside my underwear and start rubbing my bald pussy. It started to dry, so I took my hand out and licked my two longest fingers and got them really wet with spit and put them back in my underwear. Then I started to finger my pussy. He moaned and groaned.