When she noticed me in the doorway watching her, she turned and posed with her chest thrust out. The t-shirt said, “I may not be perfect, but parts ...f me are awesome!” It was stretched obscenely over her breasts, magnifying the obvious.I stood there, staring at her chest and fighting not to laugh. It wasn’t really that hard. Jordan was stunning, from her long wavy chestnut locks all the way down to her dainty toes. I wasn’t entirely sure which ‘parts’ the t-shirt was meant to point out, but, to. Maybe I’m just used to my features. I don’t know, but one man described me as a young Paul Newman, which in my mind was an amazing compliment; he’s always been my biggest old Hollywood heartthrob.Yet despite all the work I put into making my profiles the best they could be, whenever my conversations with guys turned toward meeting up, I would chicken out. I knew I wanted to be with a man, but there’s a big difference between fantasy and reality. Reality has dangers, people with bad intentions,. So the one fuck changed to 11. My mom’s surprise and resistance began to fade. No wonder because all her points were been rubbed and she had never felt such a feeling, though her mind said it was wrong she could not deny the pleasure she received from 11 people at the same time.The two were rubbing, kissing, and licking her boobs while one plunged his finger to her anus and others all over her body she could do nothing but come all over her cunt. Then the two my mother was jacking and my uncle. " I couldn't bear not having you with me." I'm sorry. I can't help myself. It's Tammy. Something inside me just won't let it go."Sierra took Grace in her arms and consoled her. "Let's go to bed," she suggested."I'm not in the mood and my head is still spinning."Sierra lay down on the mattress and sobbed morosely. Grace took pity and snuggled quietly beside her until they both finally drifted off to sleep.Tempers were still frayed the following morning and Grace tactfully stayed out of Mason's.