You feel you’re exactly the same as all the grubby little perverted losers in their raincoats, popping into their local seedy sex shop. But you try ...o convince yourself that it’s the difference between buying a Thunderbird from your local convenience store and a case of Pol Roger from your wine merchant. Let me tell you. No difference. You’re exactly the same as them. Anyway, you won’t be able to do that any more soon. Tomorrow, your name will be all over the newspapers. Mr. Deal Maker.. ...(What the fuck – is all I could repeat in my head) the friend pipes up and says ”Kathy tells me you guys had fun last summer at your Dad’s party”...I looked at Kathy and she immediately said “Well I did tell my friends but don’t worry, they wont say anything, they think it’s hot”. Little comfort for someone who feels like they soon might go through one of the most embarrassing moments of their lives!!The friend asks ”so did you have fun, did you like what you did?” I said yes and I now think. She became aware of the smell of her desire and she was literally dripping lust down her legs. He touched her ovaries.She could tell that he was a skilled lover. Everything that he did with his hands and with his mouth and with his Dick sought to please her. She had never had a lover like this. She only knew this kind of love… This passion… This heat in her imagination. Yet, here it was forcing its way in and out of her like a pile driver. As he fucked her she could feel her body losing. I closed her jacket over her breasts, brushing them in the process. Had Jennifer seen that? My face turned bright red."Hey, I brought one. I took it off to get comfy!" defended Becky from my body. The shock of seeing someone else manipulating your body is immediate and intense. The mannerisms and inflections were way off. It was my body, but everything else was all Becky. Definitely disconcerting. She shifted her weight and leaned back onto the loveseat, resting her hands behind her.