I tried the first until I ripped out two pairs of pants and the buttons popped on of my blouses leaving me sitting at the breakfast table one morning ...ith my tits hanging out. When I saw what I looked like in my mother's old clothes, I suggested the third option and was politely told by my father that I could do anything I wanted when I turned 18 and had enough bail money saved up.Needless to say, when I had just walked into the cafeteria that first day of school wearing baggy blue jeans and a. "I'll be right back"I heard him talking to whoever had arrived as he led them to his bedroom, and I resisted the urge to touch myself or to move. I knew that when they walked into the room, they would see me lying on the bed, thighs spread, legs towards them, my pussy swollen and aroused and glistening with my pussy juices."There she is," I heard my husband say and heard an intake of breath. "I've got her ready for you." I heard the sound of undressing, and then a weight on the bed as somebody. Your rough, bad ass nature. I want to forget this world everything but you. More and more. I get so wet thinking about you, your smell, your body, the way you handle me, the way you touch me. I can picture you standing before me and for a small moment you smile. I step up to you, breathing you in and feeling the warmth of your skin. You kiss my neck, drawing my soul in and igniting the fire. Clothes fall off in a frenzy. Skin touching skin. The floor against my back, your body hovering above. Now that was interesting. As I pulled up her profile, I thought about the possibilities. There were so many people in chat that sooner or later you would find somebody close to you. The odds might not favor it, but it could happen. Could she be someone I know from work or school? That would be a riot, but if she sounds familiar, should I talk to her? My own profile contained a picture of me, so if she recognizes me, she might back away. Is it important if anyone knows I wander chat rooms? Naw,.