I also loved my Daisy Dukes and my jeans. I love the feeling of good denim. So usually, you could find me in a T-shirt, jeans, and a flannel every fal..., the same thing but with a (non-puffy) jacket in the winter, and a shirt and daisies in the spring. In the summer I’d get really ecstatic, because then I could break out the tank tops, which is what I’m washing now. I love my tank tops! I don’t really know why; I guess it’s because I’ve been wearing tanks ever since I was a little girl.. She had apologized for her career choice, and even seemed disgusted with herself—for my sake, perhaps. But she'd made me more interested than repulsed. And so I had scoured the net for her movies, and eventually found a good scene of her getting drilled by a huge, black cock, her lungs screaming her pleasure, and then getting her face covered in his jizz. I've been anxious to fuck her ever since. Someone had told me once that my hormones would calm down when I turned. "Wanna get outta here?"Faith grabbed her head and kissed her hard. After a few moments, she let Dawn pull back, panting. "I never wanted anything more."* * *They were both gasping for breath when Faith slammed the motel door shut behind them. "So, did'ja do that to the shirt yourself or did some vamp do it for you?" Dawn looked down at her ripped leather shirt, the bottom frayed just below her bra with sleeves that had clearly been ripped away and the front torn open nearly all the way. After the wedding, she told Bennu that now it was her turn and warned her not to wait too long or she would end up an old maid.A year or so after her sister married, Bennu began working in a coffee shop across the street from the main entrance to the university. An exceedingly handsome young man came into the coffee shop each morning and bought a cappuccino grande and a cruller to go.One of the reasons he visited the coffee shop every weekday morning was because of the cute little miss who.