You didn’t make me like this.”“Molly… I’m so sorry…” I slowly started.Molly shrugged. “Don’t be. It’s whatever. I don’t want to ...are about it. I get why I need to stop, but it just helped me overall. It does suck because it costs a lot, and I know you judge me for it.”“No, I don’t, don’t worry.” I soothed her.“I know you do.” she fired back with some heat. We met eyes and I could see behind the anger, a girl whose trust I’d broken before pleading with me not to lie to her, never to lie to her. She enjoyed it and let me know with her sounds and facial expressions. I liked watching her pleasure. She was so comfortable with herself sexually, it was intoxicating. I buried my mouth into the softness of her breasts, pulling her bra down so I could take her nipples between my lips. I sucked on them gently, pulling them through my teeth. She was getting wet, a warm moisture soaking through her panties onto my hand."Take your top off," she said gently. I pulled it off while she watched me. I. She'd put them in that morning while she was reading Peter's latest story and playing with herself. Peter had posted a new story about punana - her alter ego. Daisy had developed a ritual around reading the stories. She always waited until Ben had left for work. As soon as she heard the car back out of the driveway, she ran to her desk and checked to see if a new chapter had been posted. This morning, there was one. She'd got up from the chair and walked slowly back into the bedroom. She. I?m going to be a real woman.Kiss me again!" she said as she threw herself into his arms.Mark complied, and as they kissed a memory from Viet Nam bubbled up.Dian Parkinson, a former Miss America who came with Bob Hope on hisChristmas Tour in 1972. She was pretty, sweet, blond, and that's whoTrixi reminded him of, despite the latter's tall coltish looks andangular face. Remembering all the coaching from John and Trevor, hefocused his mind on that memory. That lovely lady, who became ahostess.