In his heart, Jerry felt that he had gotten the better of the night and owed Sarah some"lagniappe" (a Louisiana term for "something extra"). Jerry gen...ly nudged her thigh and she sleepily obliged by responding to his tactile urging. As she rolled onto her back, her curly bush hair captured the sun light and glistened, either with new wetness, or the dried exudates from the night before. Her luscious thighs were slightly parted, framing a perfect love triangle. Jerry leaned over Sarah’s bush and. I actually kind of liked that, for some reason my boobs loved the attention they got. It didnt last long and eventually he told me to move. I did and he came on my bed. He cleaned up his mess and left right afterwards. I went to the bathroom because I had to pee. But when I wiped I saw blood. I didnt know what to think, I didnt know anything about sex (I was so inexperienced and at the time i didnt know that you bleed when your cherry is popped). I couldnt talk to my mom about it, cause she. A horrified look came over her. Her voice had a strangely gruff American accent, “No. No! I did everything you said! Please don’t drown m —”“Shut up!” I interrupted. “Tell her who you are. Tell her everything.”“Julia” was clearly not home. Whoever was using her body was male and definitely not in Kansas anymore. Looking down and cupping breasts, he muttered, “What the fuck?” Then his eyes lit on Cindi.“Majestic Woman!”“Tell her,” I yelled.“M-my name is —” He stopped when he saw me wave him off. His kiss had grown deeper and his hands were caressing my back. I had wrapped my arms behind his neck and was touching the back of his head, lost in the kiss. His tongue flickered in my mouth and I met it with my own. He pressed me against the door and his hands were slowly climbing up my sides under my blouse. At this point I was completely lost in thought, so I had totally forgotten I was actually in the shower. I leaned against the cool tiled wall as my hand found its way down my flat belly.