Every night i went to bed thinking dreaming about us sucking each other. The taste of his seaman the feel of his cock. Every night i wank myself with ...hese thoughts as each night came i got a little more brave to where i was tasting my own cum and touching my asshole to one night i put my finger in god i love the feeling of me fingering my ass. One day dad told me uncle Fred was going to pick us up as he needed help at his house with moving. Uncle Fred arrived and dad and i got in his car. "That night all I could think of is my meeting with Eritrea. I fall asleep wondering what I should wear. The morning starts with a rush. Robbie is up early and waiting for his breakfast. Mom tells me to wake her at noon, as she needs to rest after the rough week she had. I see Robbie mouth the words 'Can we do it now?' I answer 'no, maybe later.' He finishes and is gone outside to play.I finally decide to wear a red mini skirt and white blouse for my meeting with Eritrea. I select a sexy red. Victor asked me about my opinion.I said Greta was a bitch. And I thought she loved anal; by the way she had fingered my ass in the shower and got into fucking my ass two days ago…I said she had a morbid fascination with anal sex…I was sure that Greta had never taken anything in her ass before…She protested, saying she was not in anal; it would hurt her…Victor kept stroking his hard dick, as the idea of taking the anal cherry from my sensual girlfriend was obviously turning him on. He crawled up. I watched the clip to its conclusion, and then started playing extracts from my music collection. They all covered their ears when the screeching steel guitar solo from Pink Floyd's 'Shine on you Crazy Diamond' blared out of the terminal. Malik nodded appreciatively to a few tracks from Oasis, whilst the girls favoured the brooding melancholy of Fiona Apple, and the lush vocals and piano of Tori Amos."At least I've got something decent to listen to now," I announced as I disconnected the phone.