I’d get out and dry myself off in front of the mirror and inevitably get turned on by looking at my nude body. Usually, I would imagine my current d...eam guy (usually a movie star or rock idol) stroking me and kissing me, and of course, I’d start stroking myself, etc. But every now and then I’d just start touching myself and looking at myself and get so turned on that I didn’t even need a fantasy to come. Come to think of it, I suspect I was very vain, even for a teenage girl, even for a pretty. I think I would," Emily said as she rubbed the soles ofOlivia's feet now."Why would you want to do such a thing Emily? I mean we are talkingabout somebody else's life here," Olivia sat her wine glass downsurprised and wanting to hear her answer."I'd want to do it just for fun I'd suppose. Watching him try tounderstand why he has to do such a thing." Emily smiled at Olivia.Olivia's mouth was agape with surprise and shock at the answer shejust heard."You would do that to a young man for fun? Do. If I die tomorrow, nobody will attend my funeral. I will pass from the Earth leaving nothing behind, not even grief.’ My chest aches, but I’m still standing. And now it’s my turn. I open my eyes. She tugs trying to free her arms. Her eyes are glassy with emotion and I sense growing fear. I have a flash of insight, imagining her important powerful man agreeing to this solution, and I use it, ‘So you caught them in the act?’ She doesn’t need to answer, I see it in her eyes. ‘He pounded that bitch. Slowly he parts my lips as he tasted my sweet virgin pussy. As he flicked his tongue over my clit my body went into a state of ecstasy. Working his fingers inside me as I moan softly. He then clamped his mouth over my wet pussy, begging with his tongue for my sweet nectar. His hands slid under my ass lifting me up off the bed as his tongue fucked me faster, deeper. I gripped my hands hard into the bed as I arched my pussy up to his awaiting mouth, my legs over his shoulders. Words cannot.