There were a number of nozzles available, from the small-rubberised ones for the particularly small children, to ones that rivalled the male penis for...size and girth. Jasmine chose one that had a distinct shape so it wouldn't slip out and past it to her so she could insert it herself.Looking sorrowfully around at her audience, the naked girl placed the nozzle upright, with its base against the rim of the large bath, and then pressed herself back upon it, panting and whimpering, trying twice. I went back to my room and pulled the one bra I owned out from under the dresser where I had hidden it in an old cigar box. I loved opening that lid to see that pure white bra lying there waiting for me. The little blue flower between the cups fascinated me and I loved seeing it between my boobs when I wore the bra.But just like Wendy had complained to Mom, it was getting very tight on me. I had grown in the last year and was ready for a new bra and a new panty. I had nearly worn out the one. Damn you suck better than your mom''god that made me happyi dont know why but it made me hardknowing i sucked better than mom he fished as i sucked, it was really nicehe pet on my head and call me a good cock sucker''want me to come in your bed at night and make you taste your mum pussy juice on my cock''''i love to fuck her , your mom got used to my bbc while she was still with ur looser dad''''no wonder wh is k** love cock too''''i teach her to suck in my car at night and she swear she would. I was angry. Angry about Anton who had escaped his responsibilities by dying. Angry at her parents who instead of supporting their daughter, kicked her out of their house. Angry at the fates or the Gods or whatever you want to believe in for messing up the life of a nice girl. I guess I was also angry at myself, for whatever reason. Then I was sorry. Sorry for her, since she would certainly not have deserved this, also I was sorry and frightened for myself, for this new kind of mess I had.