I was still wayto cocky and told them all to push off or I was going to make a scene.The second guy approached behind me and I felt something sharp ag...instmy back. "I would not make a scene or it will be the last thing youdo," he said. The nerdy guy picked up my beach towel off the ground andused it to hide the knife at my back. They were trying to escort me offthe beach to a more secluded area. I was terrified and did not know whatto do. If I yelled they might kill me and if I went with them I. He could see in her eyes that theyboth felt something.It was much later that evening when Julie spotted them sitting in abooth at the dark edge of the restaurant, a single light hanging lowover their table. They seem to be engaged in deep conversation.They had sat there an hour ago. They talked easily, openly. He feltprivileged to be there so closely, to know her, to watch her smoke withhim so unselfconsciously. She could feel the seduction of hisattention, and any woman, in that situation. By the time I was thirteen I began to grow little tits of my own. I started to have some shape to my body and noticed I was growing hair on my little pussy. I remember the day I had my first period. I was sitting on Mrs. Bookmen's sofa when I noticed stains of blood on my white shorts. I cried out and Mrs. Bookmen rushed over to have a look. She stripped off my shorts and panties and wiped my pussy with a clean wet cloth then kissed me there and told me it was all better. She explained what had. ” “How does that feel for the man who’s doing it?” “Wonderful,” she replied. “Very tight and smooth if you grease it up real good. Very nasty, and very exciting, particularly for the woman. She’s giving a man the pleasure of opening all her holes for him. Now, pay attention,” she smiled, as her finger went back to her pussy and moved slowly downward through her wet sex. It stopped just above a small, darkly mysterious slit that was larger than her urethra, but closed. .