” If he had been some creep she would know how to deal with him. But he wasn’t. She still had the memory of that moment in Barcelona in her m...nd. How she had wanted him there in the dressing room, backed up into the corner. And now, that telltale moistness within her was becoming positively wet. “Dieter, things have changed such a lot since then. I’ve changed. I’m not…” she paused as she sought the right words. “You’re not what? Beautiful? Desirable? Sexy?” The bluntness. I hadn't had sex yet, hadn't even seen a penis except in the pictures we all giggled about, but I sure knew what a penis was for. Dicks, cocks, boners, hardons -- I dreamed of them as I rubbed myself at night, teasing my clitoris and testing my depths with fingers or a hairbrush handle.Sometimes the cocks had faces: pop stars, local boys, neighbors, relatives -- anything male. More often they were anonymous, plundering my tight pussy, ravaging my helpless ass, sliding roughly between my sucking. ," Sandy began to tell what he had witnessed.Saysa looked up, as toward her friend and screamed some awful pain filled words. Her Father the Medicine Man also looked up and motioned to the Doctor for Sandy and him to come. When Doctor Chapman escorted his stepson Sandy to join the circle of old men, the men stood up but did not take their eyes off of Saysa."But Dad he was...," Sandy began to say again."Come Son, there are some people I guess in this world who must be taught the laws men live. (Him)Want melts to need. Pure, primal, unadulterated. I lean in and kiss you, the only civilized action I'll be able to maintain the entire night. We're lost in the wrenching in our groins, and I tear your night gown up, baring your erected nipples to the cool, salted air. One quickly finds itself engulfed between my lips, teeth gently grazing the sensitive circle of flesh. I kick off my pants and boxers, quickly adding to the clutter we created around us as we dove to the floor. With baited.