‘Of course I did. I love you.’ Is that such a hard thing to understand? The only reason I wasn’t covered in your rapist blood is because they we...en’t there to stand between you and me. ‘I want to change clothes. They smell like them.’ Her voice shook. ‘Let’s get you out of them and we can take a shower.’ ‘What am I, three? I can’t take one myself?’ She joked. ‘I saw you torn from my arms. Do you think that now I’ve got you back in them, that I’m ever going to let you out of them?’ What kind of. “Just a minute,” said Rita and disengaged from Steve’s cock to pull her top over her head, leaving her breasts even more visible in a white and pink lacy bra.“You’re going to have to do the rest,” said Rita softly, and Steve undid the front fastening and her breasts immediately burst from the bra, moving away from each other. Steve’s hands went to them again, cupping them and taking each of her large, dark nipples into a grip with his thumbs. Rita let out a soft moan as his hands kneaded her. At dinner, dad was eyeing my boobs rather...um, greedily. "Well, Amerelle," he said, using my full name. I blushed. I hated when he said that. Amerelle-who's name is as weird as that? "I see you're...growing up."Max, my idiot bastard brother who's two years older than me, laughed and nearly squirted milk out his nose. "Dad, are you like, into incest or something?"Now dad blushed. "Now Max. Don't mention that sort of stuff around-" Oh, come on dad," Max snorted. "We all know about it."See, this. Yes i had along time girlfriend, we went out on dates and had sexual encounters that we both enjoyed. But there were times that I wanted to be held and have some one treat me sinuously. I like having my nipples sucked, body licked, and some rigid man meat sunk into my behind. I would often go to neighboring cities and get a motel or hotel room, and search for strangers to return and have sex with. Sometimes it went well sometimes it went wrong, I'm going to tell both, but which one is which.