I slid my fingers up and down my slit, squirming, delight tingling through me.My eyes squeezed shut. My father’s hated face floated before me. His w...rds that he made my mother his whore burned through me. She loved him. She wasn’t a wanton slattern panting after his dick. She was better than me.I should think of Sven. My love. My betrothed. My heart. He was the man I should yearn for.I forced away the image of my father’s face and pictured Sven. That cocky grin, his thick, blonde hair so. When I dumped the water on her, she squeezed her ample breasts together and pulled the t-shirt together between them exposing her luscious boobs to the lusty whistles of the crowd. As they cat-called, pre-cum leaked against my skin and began to soak into my undies and shorts. And then Melissa walked up. Her awe-inspiring rack barely contained in a homemade bikini top cut from t-shirt fabric. Two tiny triangles of white covered only the center of her nipples leaving her aureolae exposed. . It was Paul who came up with the next suggestion, following along with the Evie-as-Tina-Turner theme."We know 'Proud Mary', don't we?" Paul threw out there. "Let's get a little creative."We had, in fact, done "Proud Mary" several times in practice, but never live. Our version was based on the Creedence Clearwater Revival version, with me up front on vocals. Then, as Paul suggested, we got creative, coming up with sort of a hybrid rendition that drew from both the CCR version and the Ike and. With a long gulp, she did just that, and made a face that said she was not pleased with the flavor of her newest mouthwash."Get used to it," I said. "You are going to do that many, many times in your life. You may end up doing that at the end of every single date you go on, until you actually get married. Learn to like the flavor of cum. It will sit much better with the guy who deposits it in your mouth. I can tell you a story about one girl who had a mouthful of cum just like that. Instead of.