When I was 15 I met my first husband. He was 3 years older than me and I would have done anything for him. I thought that he could make me feel alive ...nd loved but instead he was nothing more than a bump in the road. He taught me how to fight and always hit me out of anger and rage. Even though I sometimes would provoke the anger secretly enjoying the pain he would inflict upon me, I couldn’t subject the c***dren that we had to his abuse. I broke free of him.During the first year of my freedom. Going back to her introduction to sexual things by an older cousin, Lucy enjoyed being naked and thought often about how boys tried to see her boobs or up her skirt. She liked to tease guys when she had the chance, like she had done to poor Greg, and she often fantasized about being watched or seen by boys when she was undressed. She laid on her bed naked and the bed cover felt cool against her body. She closed her eyes and imagined a group of strange boys looking in her window at her, a. I had to start thinking about something boring like reciting (in my mind) the math tables.Now maybe I should take you back to a month after her mother died.She would get very sad at times and cuddle up with me on the couch and I would comfort her with a hug, a kiss on the forehead and stroking her hair until the sadness would ebb and she would almost purr like a kitten. After a few episodes like that she would relax and her hand would rest on my cock causing an immediate reaction."what's that. We were out of butt plugs and Sandra would feel left out no doubt.I had a couple more surprises in my Jethro bag however. I told the twins to tell Sandra I needed her up here.As Connie fixed us a double Jack, I stepped to my bedroom and opened my bag.Inside a velvet draw string bag I had four Ben-Wa balls.I dumped them into a cup I used to rinse my mouth with and set it under the faucet and ran it full of hot water. They were made of surgical stainless steel and very heavy for their size. Each.