We still had a bet, but it was now a more friendly competition. I felt my mom and I were in this together. I walked downstairs more energized and conf...dent than ever even though I was wearing on a pair of pink leg warmers and a matching headband.Adam offered me a choice. I could bend over a chair and pose with my butt in the air during dinner, or I could help mom cook. I knew the vulgar pose was the exact same one on my brother’s Penthouse magazine cover. I knew my entire pussy and bare asshole. I was an only c***d and my dad and my stepmom were in the alternative lifestyle. I did not know until the age of 14, and at the time my folks were in there early 40's. They had kept it a secret till I was 14, at which time we moved and I began attending a new school. Also then I had very bad cystic acne. So I was bullied mercilessly daily, hell hourly, by my classmates. Had I not had the greatest parents in the world, the remainder of my teenage life would have been the same as that first year. "Sunday they arrived around 11:00 and brought all of the necessary ingredients, including a 5-gallon jug for me and all of the gadgets I needed during the process. It was a fun experience for me. After all of our work doing the wine was finished, once again, we all stripped down and went for a nice swim. This time there were a few very light touches in the pool, by both Tom and Grace. It was very exciting for me, as I had never been around another couple before. I found myself getting very. The need to devour, to hold, to take rose in him. This was far removed from the gentle, sophisticated seduction of Rachmaninoff. With the notes of Orff rose the need to possess, the passionate desire to claim her body and soul. It was not enough anymore to satisfy the physical need, he wanted to see her taken away by her own pleasure, wanted to own that moment of absolute abandon - wanted her to gift him with it. With the strength of the almost visceral chorus of Carmina Burana he lifted her in.