This was clearly a slut on the hoof. She wasn’t drugged, tied up, or even very drunk. How a woman who had just willingly fucked five men to death co...ld look THAT vulnerable was beyond me. But I was actually feeling sorry for her. The main emotion though was curiosity.She said, “Well if you aren’t interested in fucking me can you at least give me a ride home?” This whole conversation was going on like we had just run into each other at a Starbucks and she was about to order up a taxi. It was. He thought about what his family would say if he was expelled. He thought about his grandmother. He looked at Mrs. Cooper, the strict old woman with the plump figure and the grey hair. She was even older than his mother! Then again… she had asked him to have sex with her. She may not be as beautiful as Lyda, but… sex. Ronnie wasn't very experienced with sex. Lyda was his first girlfriend. They had been dating for several months, but just recently begun to have sex, as Lyda had said that she. We were glued to it, tangled it in. I kept hearing the nuns and the aunts and relatives warning me, but all their screaming voices together could not drown the tantalizing whispers of Martha Jane. And the more my eyes lit up with pleasure, the more Martha Jane saw it and gloated on it.She gave a low, dirty chuckle and breathed, "You like it. You like being like this with me." She kept looking into my eyes, directly into them, into my cornea and through the optic nerves and into my brain. As she. I think I craved a strong man, which Gary wasn't, somehow it excited me to be treated roughly by a strong man. If a guy I was dancing with was a proper gentleman -- or not very aggressive I'd soon lose interest in them.This led to some sexual experiences that, if I had of tried to resist, I don't believe the guys would have stopped. These incidents greatly excited me and I actively sought out these types of encounters on a regular basis.That summer afternoon I spent more time out visiting.