Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the ensuing silence, I sense my own pulse; slow and distant as the stars; shallow as a leafy grave. I remember not...ing. Nothing but a name. Daniel. The name opens a door. Now I remember Daniel. Rough, playful hands. Soft, skilful lips. I remember his flesh swelling in my disbelieving hands, his liquid spilling down my naked breasts and dripping from my nipples like a mother's milk, for a mother it will one day surely make me. I cry for him. Cry for myself.. ”“Yeah?”“Yeah. About coming.”Suzanne laughed. Sunshine was right. Her orgasm faces were as arousing as her stiff nipples, her supple thighs, and the fragrant curly forest between them. Idly, she wondered whether Heather made the same faces when she came.Sunshine kissed Suzanne, tasting herself on Suzanne’s lips and liking it, her hand on Suzanne’s tummy. Her voice was soft when she spoke.“Thank you, Suzanne.”Another kiss.“Thank you for everything.”Suzanne sighed as Sunshine moved her hand. “Finger the slut good son,” he urged taking long, deliberate strokes of his cock as he conducted the filthy scene.Once Baz and I broke off it was Vince who was last for the snog-fest session.He was much shorter than the other two. Jim was a big man all round. Tall and leaning to fat but powerful. Vince was squat and fat.I moaned in delight at the kiss and from his hands working my tits, squeezing my nipples and pinching them.By now my knicks were slid down my legs and off completely.I was naked. She askedthe question that pushed me over the edge to where I am today. "Can I tie youup like the book, Terry?" My first thought was "YES", but I gave her a firm "NO" and added: "What ifyour mother or little brother found us?" That weekend changed my life. I kept thinking about Cindy tying me up nakedand doing things to me that I had no control over. My panties were soakingwet that night. I wanted Cindy to tie me up and make me orgasm. Two weeks passedwith me touching myself every night.