By the end of Jake’s baseball practice, Tigger was in anticipatory meltdown. She was already squirming in her seat as Jake slid behind the wheel. Sh... had waited in his car doing her homework and listening to the radio while he practiced. Jake gave her a kiss and fired up the big V8, there was an aroma wafting about.“Jake, my panties are so wet it’s like I peed them! You need to get me somewhere and take care of me pronto!” she said.Jake allowed that he had a place in mind and headed for Liz’s. I heard him mumble some words of encouragement so I told him what I wanted next.“Push your bum back as I jerk you. My face is between your cheeks. My fingers encircle your shaft and pull it down like a lever between your legs. Your back arches a little, your belly down. My tongue licks your arsehole….” I paused to listen for any sign of objection but heard only low moans and the sound of fabric rhythmically shuffling. “I lick and lick at your hole… your boy pussy. You adore being licked. When I. She reached to touch her hair and suddenly her fingers entwined in the dark strands and she pulled, bending Emily's head back. Joan leaned over and hissed,"my little bitch! What did you do?!" Emily looked up scared... and saw the intensity in her mother's eyes. She mumbled. "I'm sorry, I’m sorry" but she felt and strange surge of feeling for her mother. The pains as her mother twisted her hair seemed to make her skin tight, her body tingle. She was wearing a stretchy tee without a bra. It was. Then I went home and had sex with Tom.”“Do you think that it has to do with you getting raped by Jim the bastard?” she demanded.“Maybe.”“You could get some help,” she suggested.“Hold on. You’re a right little tart yourself. You’ve just spent the last two weeks fucking like a cheap prostitute with a guy and two girls.”“The difference Darling is that I just love dirty, guilt free sex. I don’t need to be treated like a whore and I don’t need to feel like I’m being used either. I can have dirty sex.