I stumbled around,having trouble measuring depth perception and looked in the mirror. Everythingwas fuzzy and I had to practically press my face to th... mirror to see what Iwould have called, in my wild days, the "gayest" glasses I've ever seen. Theywere brown and big squares with rounded corners each with gold trim. The sidescame down in the front to attach to the glasses at the bottom.Over the next month, the glasses never left my face and finally, my stepmomremoved them. I panicked! I was. I couldn’t get over how freeing it was to swim without clothes on. It felt as if I had been the first person in the world to discover its liberating virtues. I wondered if anyone else was skinny dipping in this very lake at that very moment. Soon after that thought crossed my mind, the chill of the night air took a hold over the pleasantries. A shrill pang shuddered my body and I began to feel goosebumps all over. The once inviting embrace of the waters began to surely turn more into an. Part of me loved this and part of me hated it with passion. I hated wearing clothes period, I always felt more free naked but having that choice taken was what I didn’t like. He informed me I would tell him when I was slut outside of this house. He told me if I wanted to be slut then I would be the best damn one I could with his help. He forced me to my knees and told me to release him. My eyes widen when I saw how thick he was and so much larger than the boys I was messing with. I went for his. Each inhalation took me deeper into subspace until he knocked on the top of my head as if he was at a door.“Time’s up, little one.”I placed two tender kisses lasting a second each upon those Massive Balls, one of which on its own dwarfed both of my blueberries combined. I was swooning both from the bit of vodka and the far more potent White Sac Essence. His Engorging Cock twitched powerfully as the tip of my nose stimulated him on the way back up, until his Mushroom was against my lips and my.