Jill suddenly knelt straight up so that Peter was no longer inside her, turned round facing Dave and took hold of Peter's penis guiding it back into h...r as she sat down. Again she moved up and down, but slowly this time. She knew that Dave could see Peter's penis as in went in and out of her vagina. She lay against Peter with her back on his chest as Peter enfolded her with his arms, a hand on each breast. She spread her legs as wide as she could and whispered huskily "do you like what you can. Girls," Victoria called to the four other teens in the room, "Don't make your move until I give the signal."For the umpteenth time, Michelle Card smoothed out a non-existant wrinkle on her skirt. The past 24 hours had been a blur. First her boss, Darlene Peretti, had told her that she'd be flying cross country to meet with Victoria Tastick. Michelle had rushed home to pack, then spent a goodly portion of the night reviewing every file she could lay her hands on concerning Ms. Tastick. Then. If it hurt my mother to hear her daughter call someone else Mamma, I couldn’t tell from the look on her face. My mother seemed serious about her re-education and focused on lapping up the semen on the dirty wooden floor. The night prior, she had practically dared her mother-in-law to discipline her, but that may have been the wine talking. Something had happened to my mother’s rebellious nature. It may have been a visit to the female asylum to see a future that awaited her if she didn’t comply. Of all my sides I love her the most. I’m not sure exactly when she was born, but you might say she became prominent shortly after eight grade. She represents my lust and promiscuity. Many times I would find her whispering in my ear, fantasies I never knew I had in the lewdest and erotic ways possible. In my dreams, she occupied my bed. In my mind, she molded my sexuality; my fetishes. Even now I would venture to say she is dominant. On one side she keeps Caleb at bay, dominating him with.