I'd rather wait here. You go home, and call my family, so Daddy can send out the gardener to get me. Oh, wait, do you actually have a telephone in y...ur family shack?" she sneered."Tara," I said. "At the beginning of the semester, when I first met you, I thought I could have real feelings for you. I'm actually glad you snubbed me when you found out I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't see at first what a miserable, snobby little bitch you. Inside were a few more guys and even a couple of girls. I was offered a beer and after finishing it up, one of them asked to see my tits! I pulled my shirt up and exposed them to everyone and then I was asked to take my shirt off too which I did and a couple of the guys squeezed my nipples. That made me horny as hell and finally, someone took me by the hand and led me to a small room in the back where a bed was set up. He asked if I liked what I see and he pulled his big cock out. I got on my. As time ticked by I almost left and chickened out, but just as I was about to leave I got a text from my gentleman (which is what he truly was)and I knew there was no turning back. I gave him the room number and he said he would be right up, my heart was pounding and my pussy was aching I had to satisfy this thirst.Then there was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat as I quickly checked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a black and white spaghetti strap dress, cut just right. Smooth. Skin without a blemish. Dark blue eyes that saw clearly, even through the hung-over haze.I stepped back and looked down my body. My skin glowed. No wrinkles. No sag. It was young and tan and healthy. My middle-aged stomach was flat and I could actually see the edge of my hipbones. And then I looked down.“Fuck! Shit! God damn it!”Come and blood matted my pubic hair. I was terrified. I remembered looking at this sight twenty-five years ago. I was young again. I was seventeen. I knew this.