Boys were off-limits for some of us. Our little lesbian sleep-overs before church were sacred events we cherished. I quit church to work on Sunday. ...I was a teenage sex fiend with a laundry list of encounters. They were closely guarded secrets from my five gorgeous classmates. My image was untainted with my exploits camouflaged. My partner in crime was named angie. Her dad was an abusive preacher. We got close in sixth grade. One day on the way to PE she coaxed me to finally say the. I'm bucking deep inside of you and your hair is moving so wildly so I run my hands near your scalp and grab hard and rough so that you can feel my grip. I bend over while I'm fucking you so you can hear my breath on your ear and I say"Do you like that? Huh? Tell me, say it."You respond that you like me being deep inside of you. You like getting your hair pulled, you like your ass being slapped, you like it when you're bent over and being fucked. This turns me on even further so I go faster and. .. I guess he didn't know what to say, so I took the initiative.I looked at Emily and said "He can measure you over your clothes, but the measurements won't be as accurate as they would be if you remove your dress". Emily gave me her best confused, semi shocked face as I added "don't worry, he's a professional... it's like going to a doctor, he does this all the time. I did it, and I'm not even wearing underwear". Emily acted as if she was thinking about it and said "you know my husband would. I only have one question for you, my dear husband. Did you enjoy humping some teenaged ass from an almost virgin and make her do those other things you seem to just have to have to satisfy your need for total satisfaction? Was it a chore to mount her from behind like I know you like it best and watch her young cheeks bouncing underneath your happy thighs with the enthusiasm of a girl in training?”I looked at Julie’s face and it didn’t see any amusement there, just a sort of sadness that made me.