Then again, arousal can be forced, I had heard. Perhaps it's the body just reacting...Then I saw something else. Her lipstick, part of her make up tha... I'd brought to her for her use. They had fucking stuck it up her arse. It was there, quivering with her buttocks as they clenched in agony. Several long red weals crossed her bare bottom...Then my dreams got confused again. I saw the young guy laughing at me as he mock-spunked my Mom's underwear. I saw him as he'd chatted her up before, in the. Bobby was all for it. Wearing a pair of hiking boots, jeans and a long sleeve shirt over my two-piece bathing suit, I took my helmet for safety’s sake for the ride to the pond. I packed my backpack with water, soft drinks, sandwiches, pickles and a beach towel.I went down to the barn with Bobby, and what do I see but my old Indian Chief looking like the day it came out of the showroom. Bobby was grinning at me as I stood there, amazed at how beautiful it looked. I turned to Bobby and asked,. The large bud of her erect clitoris was clearly in view just above the shadowed mouth of her cunt.Stan, afraid he might be losing his opportunity, lit another marijuana cigarette quickly with his free hand, while the other hand still worked slowly but surely in the defenseless girl's vagina, and stuck the "joint" between the lips of her trembling mouth, and he ordered her to suck in the smoke deeply. Like an automaton, Jennifer let the sweet acrid smoke curl in her lungs, and like it was a. I had to dothis. There was no alternative. I pulled up my tight fitting jeans Ireluctantly put on a sport shirt. I felt myself a coward. I needed to dojust something to make my statement. I grabbed a pair of peds from thedresser drawer and put on my mary janes. Makeup was not permitted, but who was going to notice some mascara? Imade my hair as pretty as I knew how and stared again at my reflection.The sport shirt had to go. That was not who I was anymore. I pulled thefloral tunic over my.