” Suddenly, Lauren looked over at her. Everything about Tara that had been awkward or gawky when they were younger had vanished over the last 4 or 5...years. Her hair, which had changed colors many times as they were growing up, finally settled on a dark reddish brown that you always had to look twice at to see what color it really was. Her celery green eyes, always a shock at first, were the most intriguing thing about her. Tara was thin and beautiful and the fact that she didn’t know she was. She squirmed, giggled and kissed back avidly and happily."Rory," Ling asked, "Did you send me flowers and an invitation to meet clandestinely at Chez Jaque's?" Someone sent you flowers?" Rory asked."Yes, twelve red roses and there was a note from the florist that suggested I have a secret admirer who wishes me to meet with him or her at Chez Jaque's at eight o'clock this evening. It was also suggested that I wear my little black dress." A secret admirer hmm! So why do you think it's me?" Rory. Determined to have her way with the abused anus of the c***d she held in her hands.Dear reader, I hope you're still reading this deplorable account of my c***dhood. It must be hard for you to stomach and understand what I was going through, but try putting yourself in my shoes for a moment. I grew up without Mommy and I'd never known another woman in my life until that day. To my ten-year-old mind, this seemed what Mommies did with their little girls. I knew no better and I tried to make myself. ...now that needs trust believe me as there are no limits, though we have a safe word if things get too painful. The one for your partner is to be swapped with your opposite number on a postcard a month before; the one for yourself is in a sealed envelope giving exact instructions and opened either on the day or on the first day of the weekend that`s your choice. This year my day is the Saturday and we take turns yearly as to who`s first hers naturally this year is the Sunday. Now that all.