” She looked at him, her eyes a little sad. “Does that make me bad? Am I a slut because I like it?”“A slut is just a girl who likes sex,” he...explained. “ I guess that makes you a slut, but you’re not a a bad person, honey. I love you!”“I guess that makes me a slut, then, because I want to do it again. I want to do it all the time!” she smiled. “You can do it to me whenever you want! I’ll even do it with my mouth again, if you want. I liked it.”“How much do you like it?” he asked,. The eyes that were locked on to mine were not part of the routine. There was a very good chance that a new pace was taking shape and I was going to have very little to do with how fast things would progress.A hint of a smile joined her captivating gaze. I half motioned to her, offering a subtle salute with my wineglass. My heart jumped in my chest, as she moved in the direction of my seat. The wine swirled across my tongue, rewarding me with a peppery finish while my mind anticipated what could. Then all the girls online, much much later in life - they are posing, setting up their own websites, letting all the men see them bare, knowing they are being wanked on and spunked on all the time. All the time I was downloading pics and cumming in my pants in a few minutes - later videos too. I was DESPERATE to tell Her what She made me do, and soon you could by email. I told so many girls and got into conversations with quite a few who let me say whatever I wanted and said nice sexy things. Your work. Your many nights of unbearable sadness. Always there. Listening to your every word, promising to be there for you, responding every time you emailed or pinged on Yahoo. The one you chose to be your online friend and lover kept the bond strong and vital. Kept you coming back for the comfort and the company you so missed and needed. It became a fairy tale just at the edge of reality and you gladly romped among the colored flowers and clouds, thinking only of the rewards and not the.