This other girl, Hazel, has a small problem, which I will explain later. This first part’s all about me, myself and I. As conceited as that may see..., you have a need to know this information in order to get my story. Like I said, I’m 18. When I was in high school, I was made fun of almost incessantly. They’d had various nicknames for me: Mantis because I was so thin (not my fault), Ginger because of my hair (not my fault either, except it’s more brown now), Pancake because of how flat I was (I. She was gasping for breath, eyes closed and head thrown back. While he was focused on her right breast, her left had was cupping and massaging her left, harshly pinching and rolling the distended nipple. He latched back on to her with his mouth and started to suck hard once more. Taking a hint from the rough treatment she had been giving herself, he slid his hand up to replace hers and began to pinch the nipple, not twisting, but firmly rolling it between thumb and forefinger."Oh gawd," Mae. She grabbed my head and moved her hip’s closer so my tongue went all the way in her pussy. I could feel her squirming on my face and knew she was not far from Cumming when she then let out scream.My face was deep in her pussy when she pushed my head away from her bald pussy and told me to lie down and close my eyes. She told me she had something to show me, you are going to like this but you have to keep your eyes shut. She spread my legs apart and started to fuck me with a huge dildo, my pussy. The woman was thirty five when her torture began. After years of reading and enjoying stories on her favorite website, she decided that she would write a story. Night after night she slaved upon her work. During the day her mind was constantly working on her story even while engaged in other activities. She would often rewrite entire passages in her head hoping that every change would increase the impact of her story, her mind always on the unseen multitudes who she imagined might one day enjoy.