? My mind remembered briefly a little debateNick and I had made on the phone once.?Does a woman?s body enjoy any intercourse, even if unwelcome?? I cl...imed no, but his defense for theopposite stance was the wetness proof.?I wondered if he had had this plan in mind at the time.? I wondered if it also came to his mind inthis moment, as it did to mine. I felthis strong body press into my back, forcing my chest against the bowl, justenough to slightly wind me.? His handsreached around my waist and. The church started a coffee house every other Friday, which they called the Oasis for teens in and out of the Program to gather and interact in a safe haven. Sam and I attended several times that year when they had live groups entertaining. The Adams' had spread the word that I was now using Greta Demure as my name and I was always welcomed as Greta, my old raw wounds left behind by years of parental abuse were slowly healing.Sam's mom, who insisted I call her Gramma Kramer, came for a visit. As Katie, Suzzie and Pat watched on, five of the guys approached them and were soon pinching the girl’s hardened nipples and rubbing their firm breasts, their swollen pussy lips and inserting fingers up their cunts. Two of the guys stroked Pat’s cock, which soon disappeared into one of the guys mouths as Pat bent over and received the other guys cock into his arse.The girls had never watched one guy suck or being fucked by another guy before and they were very wet and turned on as they watched. “Why don’t you come try it out?” “Oh please,” Monica laughed. “Like they’d fall for that.” “They will,” Bryce and I told her in unison again. One of the brothers walked over, and slipping his hand under her skirt, started feeling her inner thigh. The other brother kneeled on the bed and began kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse. “What the hell? How is that realistic?” Monica laughed again, showing her naiveté when it came to pornography. “It’s not supposed to be realistic, they just.