Time was moving, and fairly fast, but now it was more like a movie put on fast forward rather than the vapor trail it had been. And my memories were r...turning, no longer events to be observed, but actual pieces of myself and my life; just a trickle at first, but as one moment made itself known it was quickly followed by another, and another ... faster and faster and faster, until the trickle was a flow, the flow a stream and the stream a torrent.'You know who he is?' the dark figure asked me. She loved it somuch and loved me. Soon there were many more men andmany more cleanings. She started to call me before the men would leave. Shefound it very pleasurable to watch me orally receivethere cum from the source. Some times I would clean herother times I would do them. As time went on thereseemed to be more men. Some nights it would be three orfour. On one night while I was cleaning her in betweenmen. One of the men in the room said he would love tolift my nighty and nail me up the ass.. I mean I did everything kinky or sexual i could think of. I would steal magazines from the local second hand store or from the rack at the local convenient stores and I would make sure that I stuck all those pages together.It got even more fun when I found some hard core magazines in the local school trash bin. Seeing pics of huge veiny cocks penetrating ass and pussy was inspiring and not to mention cum shots ...Wow! To see all these girls getting fucked and facials took me To the next level.. “This way we can all be friends.”At ten years old, there was a lot Becky didn’t know about women. Courtney and Gloria scowled at each other as they sized each other up. Courtney had grown into her blonde curls, and filled out her hourglass figure. Her all-American beauty stood in sharp contrast to Gloria’s slinky, smoldering Latin sexuality. Courtney was younger, in the bloom of her nubile beauty, but Gloria’s jiggling breasts were as big as cantaloupes, and were impossible to ignore as she.