She was clear about what she wanted, unless she passed out the thought of losing her baby in that same hospital was just too much to bear. She would d... this at home, just the two of them. As always, Brian had been a silent wall of strength in the hours ahead. He had held her hand as she endured what she clearly knew were contractions as if giving birth. But this time there would be no happy ending. As grotesque as it might sound through those hours Tara would examine everything that came from. Good, that's their normal color. Maybe we could start talking, soon. I like talking with the lines, but the men usually come shortly after I start to. I forgot how far apart my feet were. The cold air can be felt everywhere not covered by the straight jacket or high heels. That was all I was allowed to wear, though the lines usually offered me coats and pants and hats and scarves and robes and hot coffee and turkey and gravy and mashed potatoes and apple pie. But I get food from the men if I do. That kind of thing didnt happen until much later on. Remember this was all they way back in the summer before Freshman year, I was a smaller person back then, and god when I think how naive I was. . . . She looked at me when she said that and I took it that she was calling me naive, and now, I have to agree she was right. I know you and I have talked about masturbating, but you really cant fathom how much better sex is. The intensity. The pleasure. The feeling of a man inside you, trying to. An ex boyfriend once told me that I was a good cocksucker!As I was giving him pleasure I began to unbutton my blouse as I have very sensitive nipples and like them being played with. I then turned on his friend who was considerably bigger and started to give him a wet blow job. After about four minutes the first man said lets go to his car so we walked over and he said for his friend to sit on the back seat with his legs out so I could continue with my mouth. I bent over and started once again.