.. Because you keep reading... You enjoy the thought of losing your control... Being unable to resist or fight back...You have to make so many decisio...s in your life. Wouldn't it be nice to not have anymore?All responsibilities gone...Total freedom...The freedom that comes from giving up control...The freedom that comes from letting me choose for you, decide for you...The idea is enticing yet relaxing, and you can feel your body relaxing more as you think about it...Relax and breathe. I felt my legs tremble and part ever so slightly. I could feel her smile in our kiss. She raised her hand to my wet pussy and teased the outside lips with her fingers. I begged her to touch me. Slowly she parted my lips and touched my clit. “I love that you are already wet for me, Ava.” Her fingers teased my clit. I had never felt anything like it. Then she did the most amazing thing ever. She took my clit between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed ever so gently. “OH GOD!!!” “Would you. Obviously the girls wouldn't beinviting him to any sleepovers or mall makeover parties, and so far, theguys weren't quite ready to discuss the attributes of the various girlsin their school with him. He thanked his lucky stars for that, it wouldhave been quite embarrassing. Plus he had a VERY good idea of what allthe girls on the cheer squad, and a lot of others in the sophomore classlooked like naked. He wasn't about to share that with his new malebuddies, it would seem like betraying his. " No. I didn't. I've been a bit remiss in the bathroom area. Doesn't shemind?" No. Mummy used to do it but mummy's go, - gone, so I do it." (Here atear came to my eye as I remembered mummy washing us tenderly in thebath. The washing thing was Janice's favourite memory and I had become asubstitute to perpetuate Janice's memories.) I continued explaining. "Atfirst, Janice said my hands were a bit rough so she showed me how to useher hand and face cream to make them soft. She says my hands feel.