The drive in a little van was short, about twenty minutes. Allthe time, he held my hands, kissed me just about everywhere and said notto worry. All th...t I knew is that we were moving to this village for sometime. I wasn't worried or afraid or anything, but lactating (every two orthree hours my breasts would start producing milk in great quantity) hadmade me very sensitive on various levels. My whole body felt warm, almostfeverish; mentally I felt mellow, slightly vulnerable, in a state. By eleven I knew I would have to take this to the next level. The webbrowsing wasn't helping. The number of images of girls playing with eachother's butts was too much. That slim dildo with the soft skin would bemy first lover and I was shocked how randy I felt. The cleansing of mybottom had made me a tramp?I paused with this thought. I needed a break, or some exercise. I quicklyremoved the plug and changed into my shorts and sneakers. Walking to theschool track I was enjoying the late morning. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician [email protected]. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * *. “Trust me,” Tasha remarked, standing up. “She is a bitch in every sense of the name.”I scooted my seat back and asked Tasha if she wanted to sit for a bit. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and looked at it.“Sure,” she replied, “I was checking to see what time it was. Mom leaves for work in about twenty minutes.”Tasha explained that she lived with her divorced mom. I was enamored with Tasha. She was refreshingly bright, quit-witted and charmingly beautiful. I asked Tasha if she needed.