Some memory when we were young and Dad had fewer bottles: fill the washtub with hot water from the wood stove, temper — yes I knew that word and man... others — the hot water with cold water from the pump. Take the bath together, Cindy and I. Eight, we were just kids. Twelve, we were boy and girl... but still just kids.Sixteen, the year Dad left forever — though it was two years before Cindy and I agreed that he was really gone forever — Cindy was embarrassed and turned away while she washed. I. This is my attempt to describe one such journey of a slave and her master.) When Hailey was a senior in college, she thought she knew exactly who she was. Her journey to this particular place in her life was long and arduous, and she was not particularly happy where she was. But here she was, beauty queen and cheerleader, men drooled over her and women fought to be her friend, while viciously trying to take her down behind her back. If you had asked her to describe herself, she wouldn’t really. . Take it pussy... Take it up your fucking little cunt hole!... ughg... ughgh... you little SLUT!... Goooood... ughg... ughhg!My face was mashed against the mirror in back of the sink, his hand on the back of my neck forcing me flat across the sink as he fucked into me with fast brutal strokes. My toes barely touched the floor and each time he fucked deep against me, my hips ground against the edge of the counter and my toes left the floor.His hands ran up and down my sides and fastened around. Her figure was steamy hot and sexy even in her late 30s. She had a wheatish brown complexion with pounding boobs and pink lips. She was wearing shorts, laminated to her lovely sexy ass.Her sister Kruthi also had a great figure. Her body stats were 36-29-38 and her boobs were round and sexy. Kruthi was wearing a lacy top with a deep curve and a mini skirt. She was a very hot chick, waiting to get her pussy deflowered!We hugged and greeted each other. She and her sister upstairs took me to their.