I lay there terrified, having not quite attained full gratification, but with a new kind of excitement coursing through my youthful loins, I was caugh... doing it, and could only guess at whom it might have been.Slowly my fingers began their journey to my silky purse, my secretions felt different, thicker and more viscous, even self lubricating my backdoor entrance, my forbidden entrance, desired by older men, men with experience, as one told me once, even though he was drunk, there seemed an. The feeling of being totally accepted without question was hard to put words to, actually bizarre given my past life. But I sensed a heavenly experience free of any kind of hatred. It was just simply acceptance, always, if you can imagine. I felt somewhat like the child born to them and that was a strange notion I didn’t conjure up on my own. It, rather, just wouldn’t leave me alone with its concept and frankly was both incredibly beautiful for part of my ego and also really weird for another. During the summer many people live out on their boats in the harbor of my town. I told him I had met somebody who had also lived out on a boat in the harbor, a few years back. He then told me about his boat, which sounded pretty impressive. I then asked some more about his boat and showed an interest. In truth, though, I really do not have all that much interest in boats and couldn't care less. I have no clue about anything to do with them.We ate our oysters and enjoyed each others company.. But then I met you, and I tried to blow you off, remember? I told you I needed to make some decisions, figure things out, remember? But you were so incredible, and I started to care for you, and I almost completely forgot all about my neighbor.’ Steve didn’t move and his expression didn’t change. Gwen swallowed, wishing she had a drink, but something about the way he stood made her afraid to get anything, or to ask. ‘Last weekend I did my friend Ronnie (you remember Ronnie? The blonde girl?),.