Not that the memories from Bridgeport are all together bad. Samantha is the fourth of five children of a lower-middle class family. Though her father ...nd mother love her and are good parents, they were always busy with her siblings and making ends meet. The eldest, a brother, is the hardworking one that is following in the footsteps of their machinist father. The second son is the smart one, who graduated with honors a few years ago with an engineering degree and immediately found a good job.. I want you to undress, and while you do it, look at me! I am fully clothed and soon you will be naked and vulnerable. I know that you are uncomfortable when you are naked. There are things you do not like about yourself. You focus too much on those. You become increasingly more embarrassed as you disrobe under my cold scrutiny. I love your insecure glances. There is no need to be, but you love me in charge, and you love my dominance over you.Shirt first, pants next, socks of course.Look at me. That is...Oh it’s so good to see you!” A few minutes later, seated in a booth and having ordered, they had a chance to talk. Yes, Paul had been married, but she had left him once their two children were in college. He was alone in the house, not sure he wanted to remarry, but lonely. They had once been open books to each other and slipped easily back into that relationship. “Joan, something is wrong, isn’t it? Why did you look me up after all these years?” Joan paused, not sure she was yet. We haven't done anything since then and I craved more. I wanted to taste her sweetness again, wanted to hear her sweet moans of pleasure; pleasure that I made her feel. I wanted every inch of her body. I wanted to lick every inch of her, and fuck her til we collapsed with exhaustion. I know I sounded a bit... creepy, but it's Jenny we're talking about here. She's beautiful. She is an unopened flower waiting to be opened by someone who loved her with their all. I will have her. And I will.