All my friends were doing it, and while I went out with guys all the time, I never met anyone who I really wanted to fuck. I wanted my first time to b... special, and all the guys I dated were just too lame.Still, I was horny as hell. I masturbated all the time, in the morning, after school, at night, I even locked myself in a plane bathroom and fingered myself. I became obsessed with cumming, it just felt so good. I would go online read a nasty story, get all wet, and then lie on my stomach on. " Mom's voice is actually strained with malice and I have ta admit that I don't like this guy at all."Oh." He shrugs, "What, you want money?"Just like that, I wanna drop him."No." Mom is shaking. I wanna take her home, get Dad, Alex and Uncle Marcus and turn this guy into uh doormat. "I wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving."He laughs. It's not a happy sound. Mom's hand touches my shoulder and I realize that I've taken a couple steps forward. I take a step back."I wanted to see if you need. I followed him out to the car. I didn’t even look to see if any of my neighbors were watching. The chauffer held the door for us, and got a nice view of my ass when I bent over to get in the car I’m sure.I didn’t have any idea what’s planned for this evening, so I guess I wasn’t all that surprised to find six other men already in the limo waiting for me. Glenn introduced me to them but I didn’t remember a single name.I remember the looks on their faces, though. These men knew that I’m a slut. Occasionally they ate out, but often one would invite the other to their apartment for a meal. She was surprised to find that Palmer was a pretty good cook. His reach was limited, hardy, basic fare; steaks, stews, meat and potatoes, that type of things. As he pointed out, he’d only learned to cook the things he liked to eat. She also discovered he was fairly knowledgeable about wine, knowing which wine matched up well with what dish. She was learning quickly from him.As close as they got, it.