Being so much of sex crazy still all this was totally new for me. which was exiting too….. And I don’t know how it came from my mouth I said, yes ...amm. Do it once again. As soon as I said that. There was sound of smack… smack twice. And my pussy was on fire.She said get up now wear your given cloths. I too like good girl or bitch got up from bed and started to wear it. She gave me a smooch and went away with that female. I wore the bra 1st. it was so nice but fully transparent and open at my. What a week. Start off by being the victim of an attempted rape, end up sitting in the car beside this GUY with his wedding band on my finger, headed up the road for a quick honeymoon.Honeymoon? Yep. Jessica Spinetti is now Mrs. Jessica Harris, wife of Barry Harris, and all this happened while I was sober.From a life of quickies and parties and one-night stands and drunk and drugged to stone cold sober, clear-eyed, and LOVED and ... I glance at the ring, then at the guy sitting next to me,. ." - between them, "and here..." - a nipple. He took it between his lips and gently sucked, flicking it with his tongue. The other girls watched, mesmerised."Kiss me here..." she whispered, her hand brushing across her belly. His lips followed her fingers across, and down to the inside of her thigh. The heady aroma of her moist pussy filled his nostrils as she relaxed back onto the bed, raised her knees and let her legs fall open."Now kiss me there..."He moved in and kissed just above her. He’d never done anything bad in his life. Sure he’d done some stupid things when he was a teenager, but he’d never done anything bad. Apart from a little under-aged drinking he’d never done anything illegal, and he’d certainly never intentionally hurt anyone. And now he was an outcast. Relegated to the fringes where he feared for his life, all because his skin was the wrong color. When he finally made it back to the hotel his body was sore and exhausted and his feet were cut up and in.