If you are worried about them reading this sort of material, please censor free speech and use a safe surfing program such as net nanny. Or better yet... teach them early and lovingly to understand and accept different lifestyles. Before they learn from bad experiences.All constructive comments are welcome. Please e-mail to me: [email protected] or [email protected] Finally, this is a piece of adult fiction. If you are underage, or if you find it offensive, please go elsewhere.. She hesitantly filled out the details. She wrote in the demographics, height and weight section; Red hair, Green eyes, 5’5”, 110 lbs. Claire was far from a fashionista, usually wearing modest off the rack clothing. She had to look at several of her fancier dresses, tight fitting pants, and use a measuring tape for the requested measurements. After some deliberation she placed a 36-24-36” in the breast, waist and hip columns. The next column was one that Claire knew of all too well, “Bra Cup”.. .."Katherine could see Christine's extreme embarrassment and helped her finish her thought: "Help you out in the inexperience department?" Yes. Well..." Christine was grateful for the assistance, but nonetheless she blushed even more furiously. "It's not like I want to be his girlfriend ... Well, okay, that's not entirely truthful either. I would, if it weren't for Amy, but I am NOT going to try to steal him away from her. No way! For one thing, she's so kind and so nice. Who in their right. She couldn’t get enough of him either. He was awesome she thought. This is awesome. He is soooo freaking incredible she thought. God, I don’t want this to ever end. I don’t ever want it to end. No oh god no, just keep fucking me how you’re fucking me. Don’t ever stop. Just, oh god, just keep fucking me. On top of her and in her too, he did keep pumping her full of energy and mounting hormonal “juices.” She kept on fucking him back and both knew that they were having the time of their life as.