I’d gone through extensive therapy for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and I’d found sweet, tender boyfriends who had treated me like a queen, and...was generally popular?but I felt a bit like there was something lacking in my life. I couldn’t figure out what it was.Often, when one of my boyfriends was fucking me, or just eating me out, and I was close to orgasm, I would think about Pa whipping my bare ass, or my tits, and it would excite me in a way that made me terribly uncomfortable. My. It had been a year now since I had been with any real man! I opened my top drawer again and stared at my vibrator.... It was slim, seven inches and in metallic silver.What I pictured my brother in here jerking with my panties, and the thought of i****t between me and my younger brother, initially shocked and disgusted me, yet I felt somehow turned on by it all in some sick, perverted way. My hand closed around the vibrator as I realized I desperately needed to get myself off.I lay down on my. "I'm a lesbian, John. I'm going to move out this weekend, and I'd appreciate it if you would stay somewhere else until I finish."You'd ranted and raved, screamed obscenities, threatened violence and even begged on your knees for Doe to not make up her mind like this, to stay with you, to not leave you. But she was adamant.You've spent the last week sitting on the sofa, getting drunk and crying in your empty apartment, looking through all the wedding invitations that were ready to be sent. The. Then she rubs her ass up and down on the piece of wood. Again the wreck vibrates and a sudden wave splashes water up the spine surprising her. The ocean water wets her crotch as the wood between her cheeks shakes. It feels strangely familiar as it pulses. She turns back to look at the phallus when a second wave sends water up the figurehead causing it to squirt out the top and spray down on her hair, face and cleavage like a giant ejaculation.Her mouth was open in surprise and she got a mouth.