” There was only an instant before blessed sleep took me, but in that moment, I realized something. Maybe my mind cleared when the sexual frustratio... was finally released. Maybe I came back to myself when Micheline made love to every part of me. Whatever the reason, I was myself again, and I knew I was not defective. I was not a nympho. I was a normal woman with a normal woman’s needs. I was young. I was free, or I would be, shortly. Everything would be okay. I would make sure it was. .-*-.It. She would flirt with the guys who pulled up in cars and tried to proposition her and lead them on as far as she could and then say, "No thanks sport; you smell like a cop to me" and then she would walk away. When she got good and charged up she would signal me and we would go home and fuck until I dropped from exhaustion.This went on for a couple of months, but even though some nights were a huge turn on for Kirsten, like the times a guy would actually take out his cock and show it to her, most. My dick in my jeans shorts were hurting as hell, so I was forced to remove her hand, to put the zipper down, and unbutton it. As I did that she helped my dick from escaping my boxers. Her eyes almost jump out. She was looking at my dick and than at me repeatedly. She wrapped her hand around it inspecting it if it was real, and finally only thing she manged to mumble “it, it's so, so BIG”.I smiled at her and continued playing with her pussy. In single motion I inserted single finger in her wet. Most, though, thought that she would likely not be able to manage the winner's circle properly; she was at the least far too timid.There was a lot to be said for Kendy as well, at least among the most reflexively romantic. She had shown an unusual, for her, willingness to play for the game, not for herself, but ... No, it was not her turn in the circle today, either. That left..." ... Uh ... to ... Guh-Glenda?"Of course. So obvious, even Brick had managed to work it out, though normally no one.