." Tess said."Really? Sean youre from London right?" Nick said."Yes, why?" Sean asked."Im going to London for christmas...where did you get those cool...hreads," Nick said."Harvey Nichols and Harrods, Christina and I went there for new yearsday sales this year...you should try FCUK," Sean said."Ok thanks...lets go," Nick thought to himself..."Ok guys...our evening awaits," Christina said...Meanwhile as as soon as Nick, Tess, and Jack, got out of the hotel,Peter's limo pulled up. Peter was in. Now what was going to happen? My clit was itching to get touched. My pussy was open and dripping. I loved showing off my private parts. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted him, whoever he was, to sink his dick into my gash and fuck, fuck, fuck it. The tongue on my clit nearly sent me through the ceiling. I grasped the chair as hard as I could, to keep from falling. It was so soft on my clit, so gentle and loving, that I went weak in the knees. My cunt opened up even more, aching to be filled. He. . just do it".... "I'm going to go all the way the rest of my hand fucking... shoving all 3 fingers as far deep inside your holes as I can".... "You let out a low roaring scream.... god you're going to make me cum... now"..... And then................ YOU CAME HARD.... all over my fingers.... dripping down my hand.... I can feel your thighs shiver and your whole body shake... you stop breathing... mouth open... your eyes roll.... it's an ORGASM after all.. I keep going as you try to focus back. I learned to use my extremely linear, logic-driven though process to dissect fears and prove they were baseless. Most of them. That wasn’t my biggest problem. Dealing with all of that, I became a shut in. I hated to leave my condo for any reason. I tolerated going to work, because I had to. Anything else became a race to see how fast I could get back to where I felt safe. For almost two years I was two people — the friendly, personable guy I wanted to be while I was at work, where I got along.