It was awful ... it was sad ... it got worse when she was 12 and the neighbor ... Oh My God ... he wasn't a boy. It was his father ... John ... she ha... blocked it ... she wasn't a voluntary participant in the nightmare of her life after 12. The bastard had SOLD her to his friends and enjoyed slapping her around while she was penetrated in three holes ... she HATED it ... She fucked everything ... dogs, horses, donkeys and it was all on film in living color.The worst part? She was SLOW. There. That is why I showed it to you.” A sudden realization hit Melinda, and she asked, “Was it you I heard here? Were you the one who spoke to me?” “Silly. You came here to talk to someone, and she talked to you. Your magic is strong in this place.” Xantina glanced off to the side, into the gloom of the undergrowth. “May someone else come into our circle?” Melinda nodded. “Come, Xankia. Xannera.” The second nymph could have been a twin, save her hair was a darker green. Behind her came someone else,. I cupped my full breasts and pinched my nipples a few times until I felt them pointing proudly outward through my wet suit.I slid my fingers downward, scratching my thighs as I wiggled my index finger inside and touched my clit. I moved closer to a jet and squatted down to enjoy feeling the force from the water crashing between my spread legs. My finger rubbed my clit and I threw my head back as I felt my cheek reddening in heat as I climbed closer to obtain my orgasm. It was right there... oh. It’s purely sexual. And I really thought I was able to separate sex from feelings. I thought if I could have sex like a man purely to just have sex without guilt, feelings or emotions, it would be fun. But I’m finding the more time I spend with you the more I cannot be that man. You are not like my other affairs. We spend a great deal of time together. Plus you want to do things with me, which confuses me. I’m getting mixed signals. So why don’t I just quit you? You have become my drug. The.