"Babe, I just got this little token of my affection for you, and I want you to wear it so you'll always have a reminder of me on you, even when we are...not together." With that, Marc handed her the shiny black box. She took it and slipping the cover off of it, and saw a beautiful gold bracelet with a gold letter M attached to it. She looked up at her lover, knowing that this represented something that would be very difficult for her to explain to Matt."Marc, I can't wear this. What will Matt. She was 15. I had just finished my freshman year in high school. I was no longer a freshman but I was a long way from being a junior like Carol. I had shot up in height last year and was getting close to my present height of 6 feet, but I was still rather gangly at 145 pounds. I guess I wasnt bad looking but I was no Clark Gamble either. I looked behind me in line to make sure Carol hadnt been smiling at someone else. Nope, just the Millers, Betsy and Elmer and their five-year-old daughter were. " That's not what I want. I want--oh, I don't know what I want!"Her hands flew to her face, covering it. She was so embarrassed, she wanted to die. Even now, her cunt was on fire, pulsating so hotly that she wanted to cram her fingers into it. She trembled, wanting to cry, yet the tears would not come."Mom, I know what you want. I don't know much about those things myself, but I think I know exactly what you want, or at least what you need." Oh, God, I do!" Roxie sobbed. "I do, Ritchy!" Mom,. Fuck, that would be hot, baby. I'm so proud of you, and it's not like you'd have to be seeing any of these guys any time soon. Or even if you did after I got out maybe we could have some threesomes or something, like we talk about all the time.”“Yeah, but that’s just fantasy talk, Josh. I didn’t think you were serious.”“I wasn’t, before. But now that I’ve participated in a few gangbangs and see how hot it makes the women I think it’s something I’d like for you, too, honey. Believe me, these.