But that's what she did. For three days, she hid inside and relived all of it. The shower, the horrible thing on the deck, the awkward dinner and the ...umiliating spectacle under the stars that followed.It wasn't the things he'd done to her, some of that was actually kind of fun, it was the way he'd done it. First he'd beaten and practically raped her on the porch. Then he'd played with her, mentally and physically, until he'd broken her down into a pathetic, pitiful slut and made her beg him to. You imagine them taking the loofa and soaking it, squeezing it gently as they drag it slowly down over your back, down the line of your spine stopping just as it grazes the top of your buttocks. You wish so much that they where there with you. You lift up your arm and realize you have those tiny little fuzzy hairs on your armpit. You reach for your razor and slowly shave them off in gentle strokes, because you like the thought of being soft for them. Even if it’s only a dream, you put your. I assumed she as acting but she was drunk at this point, and her body may have been betraying her.Next, Mr. Dudley locked lips with the beautiful teen. Her first reaction was to resist but remembering what I said she kissed him back. He then locked lips with her and forced his tongue deep down her throat. Sensing that if he fell on top of her she might suffocate, she pushed him back on the couch and got on top of him. They were furiously making out. If he wasn’t so monstrously ugly I would. We are very close, you and me, Very close!". We can be honest with each other. our recent snuggles have not gone unnoticed," as she pulled me tighter. "You mean so much to me darling. I... well, uhh... I have feelings too. I would not be truthful if I did not admit that you make me horny too," she giggled. "You, well... you know, you pushing your hard young manhood makes me want to take care of it for you, sometimes I wish... well oh damn it!"I was now hard and about to shoot my load, as I was.