I was blushing red and my ears were burning. She shook her head as if she felt pity for me. “Never mind, I shall show you”. She said and with that...she hooked her hand inside the panties from the side and pulled it down over her legs. “Have you ever seen a pussy like that”? She whispered softly for me. I thought to come clean and tell her what I had said earlier, “I already said, I have never seen an adult pussy”. I repeated. “Oh, you naughty young boy”. She was not ashamed at all.“Do you want. Just myself. This morning when I woke up. Again after breakfast. Last week I fucked a guy, but all he wanted was to come. He came fast and I didn’t even come. Soon as he was done he left. You’re a slut and he’s an asshole.She laughed. True, and true, she said.He took off his clothes. He bent over and kissed her ass cheeks, licking around the base of the butt plug. Mmm, she said.He slapped her hard on the ass. Mmm, she said.That’s for fucking that guy last week.He slapped her again on the ass.. This engagement meant a great deal to me personally. For the past three years, I lived in fear that my weaknesses and my sins could cause Robert irreparable harm. I feared that the emotional entanglement of Robert's and my intimacy might interfere with Robert forming meaningful relationships with more appropriate romantic targets, closer to his own age. This engagement served to alleviate much of that fear, and with it, considerable guilt. Within a day or two of Robert telling me he was. Somewhere beyond the crowds was their tent, where they'd spent hours chilling out to the sounds on their CD player, passing spliffs between themselves and giggling at the small things which somehow seemed so hilarious. Paul's tee-shirt with the beer stain on it. So fucking funny! And Sophie's hair. Where had she got those weird beads? But all that hanging around, chilling out, getting sorted, that was behind them. The E was kicking in, not that Kirsten was really sure with the haze of dope and.