Tasha and Jos each took an arm and pulled me up. Diana stood and bent and flexed herself.“How long was I asleep?” She asked Tasha.Releasing my arm... Tasha rubbed her dear friend’s back and shoulders. “He’s been out about three hours, so have you.”“Tasha, would you please go and get my bed ready. Jos, help me get this big lug back into the shower and to bed.”Between Tasha, Jos and Diana, they took me to the bathroom and stripped me again and got me in the shower. Diana and Jos washed away my. The more confident ones seem to know they can make my pussy wet even quicker by calling my knockers “tits” instead of “breasts”. It’s funny how among ourselves, girls my age use every raunchy word we know to describe our breasts, and I imagine guys are even worse. But in mixed company even having mine called “tits” instead of "breasts" is titillating. When the eight year old walked up to me, the seventeen year old boy next to me had been acting as if nothing existed below my neck. We were. ’ ‘I do Bryan, I do, and I hope that you both will continue to love each other and that I have been able to help you both.’ With that, we said our goodbyes and put the phone down. I turned to Tony and opened my arms into which he came and we both cried together as we held each other tight. ‘I do love you Tony. As much as you love me,’ I sobbed and had to use his handkerchief again when we broke apart. I didn’t know at the time, that when the phone had first rung, Bernie had been in the room. ”“Don’t worry about me. There’s a pub full of blokes I’ve got to shag my way through,” I laughed.“A boyfriend would do you good.”“Look. The problem is that I don’t really enjoy sex that much if I don’t feel used. The more someone treats me like a whore and a slag the more I enjoy it. What happens if I find a boyfriend and then I cheat on him because I have the uncontrollable need to be bareback fucked by complete strangers who call me filthy names while they’re using me,” I tried to.