John finished and grabbed me to collapse on my bed. Both of us sweaty and laying together. My hand on his chest and my head laying on his shoulder. ...John rubbed my arm and occasionally rubbing my tit. We fell asleep in this postion. About an hour later, we woke to daddy yelling at Brian not to go downstairs. Brian made it to my room before I could cover us up. Brian started yelling at me that I was a fucking whore. John stood up with his dick semi hard and told him, he has no idea who he. I decided tonight was a perfect night to go out and see what kind of holiday cheer I could find. I got undressed from my regular clothes, and started to slip on my new underwear. It felt so good to feel the thong and bra wrapped around my skin. Then came the garter and stockings. I love the feeling of silky stockings sliding onto my smooth legs, then the snap of the garter to hold them in place. I put on the black dress I bought earlier in the week, and then the heels. I felt so sexy, like I. ’ He started to laugh and continued for some time. ‘I’m gratified you seem to be over the fear those words strike in most men’s hearts.’ ‘It was a reaction to the fear they strike in most men’s hearts. When you say them it’s usually a way to make us better. It’s usually something I might have thought about but somehow didn’t.’ ‘Jeff, I think I’m too beautiful.’ He started to laugh again. ‘I didn’t see that coming. I’m not sure it’s possible to be too beautiful. But assuming it is, what problems. She would have preferred things a little gentler, surely, but she knew that it was all out of her hands. This was part of her deal for fame and she had no choice but to live up to her end. She was having trouble staying on her feet, and she would have fallen over by now but for the fact that she was being sandwiched in between to boys who had no intention of breaking contact with this body that was just made to be played with, this adolescent boys wet dream, men of all ages in fact. Hand moved.