“It feels even better when you touch it,” she said, and gasped. Rebecca's palm cupped her mound, and her fingers wrapped around her pubic bone.“...t's amazing,” Rebecca said. “So smooth, like a baby's butt.”“When have you ever touched a baby's butt?”“It's an expression,” Rebecca said.Rebecca's words were long, drawn out, and breathy. Deana felt them on her cheek, and she felt three fingers reaching between her legs. They grasped her inflamed flesh, pressed into it, squeezed moisture from her. “I’d like to introduce Shawnee Compton to you,” she said, without preamble.“Compton?” asked the interviewer. “Aren’t you going to name the baby after its father?”Misty leaned toward the microphone and smiled.“I met Shawnee’s father while I was on tour,” she said. “I bumped into him accidentally. Everybody has accidents,” she said.“You mean everybody makes mistakes,” said the interviewer.Misty kept smiling. “I meant what I said. Shawnee was an accident, but she’s certainly no mistake. I love my. What could I do? He was holding me there, gently but firmly and my husband was watching me struggle with this big cock in his wifes mouth. Next thing Mick was kneeling next to me and kissed me on the cheek and said to keep going a little bit more. I was choking now and panting and groaning trying to please these two men who were watching me sucking this cock. I panted and sucked for a bit more but then pulled out and caught my breath. Both men were smiling at me and Dan asked if he could have. She would talk with him but not about anything really important or about her. She still laughed with him, but her laugh was different, it didn’t have the same life, the same spark. She didn’t want to tell him her struggles anymore. She didn’t want him to worry about her, didn’t want him to know just how far her self-hatred really went. How deeply rooted in her mind it really was. How every time anyone got just a little glimpse of it, they would tell her that she scared them. She couldn’t do.