Ive got frizzy burnt orange hair and I was cursed with my mothers slim, boyish hips, and flat chest. Combine that with a body covered in freckles, and...you can pretty much imagine that I spent a lot of Saturday nights at home during my teen years. Thats why I was so glad Lucas did want he did that fateful night. My birthday tradition started when I was eighteen, Lucas who was twenty-one had thrown me a surprise party at his apartment that went late into the night, so late in fact, that he. My tongue slapping at that nub lapping the juices, burying its self into the folds of the soft velvety lips, chewing on the hairy bush in a frenzy of any tiny fantasies my fetid brain could come up with. She began to shake, it was her first climax with me, though I neither understood it or had a clue as to what was happening, terror gripped me, what had I done...had I triggered a stroke perhaps like when gran died, alarmed I stepped back and she shouted for me “not to stop please not to. But a little cuddle wouldn’t hurt.As she dished out the enchiladas, I slid my hands under the front of her blouse and encountered something unexpected. From the waist up, she was encased in cloth.“What’s this?” I turned her around and undid a few buttons. I saw thick ribbed material with a scoop neck.“A camisole,” she answered. “It’s chilly today. And this is the closest thing I have to a sexy set of lingerie.”“Let me see,” I said doubtfully, as I unbuttoned the rest of the way and held the. That goal was entirely gone from her reach. All she wanted was tobe free of this moment; this brutal attack. She wanted to be away fromthere in any direction her legs could take her.But those same legs betrayed her. They were too weak. And then Ecker'shand slapped down on her ankle and then the calf of her other leg.She screamed pitiably but he wrenched her backwards, her face in themud. She tried to scream again but his fist came down hard on the sideof her face, wiping out all intent and.