The effect on everyone was truly therapeutic. Relationships that seemed to have been flagging suddenly caught fire again. Privacy is a good thing.Nanc... had moved in, and slowly integrated into the sexual mores of the house. Stacy helped with her assimilation. She didn't launch into a huge gangbang orgy, but slowly over a couple of months she established loving relationships with each man and woman in the house. I think we all learned a lot from Nancy about love and tenderness.Nancy started her. Some say I'm too critical. I say, I just know what I like. I sat silently at a boothin the back, and sipped my coffee. Scanned over the 23 pages I've written. Iwas content, except for a few grammatical errors. This was an importantpiece of writing. This was the first time I've expressed this issue in words ora situation. at the top of the page, I wrote "Cherry Juice and SawDust."I smiled and headed home. I always have at least 5mirrors around me at all times. I wouldn't want to forget what I. I watched as her ass swayed as she ran. And as I approached her room I saw her jump right onto her bed and onto her back. Her legs were spread so wide I had the best view of her vagina. I wanted it so bad.“Come eat me!” she demanded. I didn’t need to hear it again, I ran over and got between her legs. I had never done this before so I started off by kissing her inner thighs. I kept going until I reached her vagina and kissed the top and smelled all its glory. I let my tongue flip right up her. This was just my second visit to their shop. Last week I’d come in and found two chairs. Varina told me about a matching love seat. She said they had it at another location, a small warehouse. She was so, how do I say it, so seductive. Those eyes, those black oh so alluring eyes. She’d smiled at me. She’d walked me to their backroom to see a photograph, and within seconds I was against the sofa, then on an old twin bed. I don’t know whether to say I was seduced or raped; she’d gotten my shirt.