I felt like there was no way anyone would find me attractive. I woulddream of meeting a man who would treat me like a sex goddess, who would beconsume... by passion and fuck me wherever he could. I imagined that I was glamorousand irresistible and then I would open my eyes again and realise that I wasn?t. Thatevening I had vowed that I couldn?t go on like that. That I had to changesomething; that I had to see someone and ask for help. I didn?t want to wastemy life. I also felt though that I was a. I’ve got to get out of here. This guy wants to have sex with me.Kendrick leaned in and kissed me again. He slid his hand up the side of my neck and held my head in place.I felt Kendrick’s tongue slip into my mouth and we started kissing deeply. Kendrick stopped and took the joint from Shane and took a hit. While Kendrick was smoking Shane leaned in and kissed me. My senses were reeling. I could feel a stirring in my groin. Kendrick got closer to me and took another hit of the joint and. ." Make that thirty minutes, Coach."Robyn groaned with pleasure as I massaged her scalp with the tips of my fingers, and then added another dollop of shampoo for thicker more luxurious suds."I don't know if your theory held up for you, Coach, but you've proved it to me. A man washing my hair is indeed an intimate experience." It would have been more intimate in your shower than the kitchen sink," I said. "What's your favorite color?" Huh?" What's your favorite color? That is my first question. The third woman said usually a wet washcloth is enough but sometimes a woman needs to take a shower and in extreme cases they need to douche.One of them told me each woman has her own odor or scent and it is usually not offensive. They all knew my mothers views on sex. One of them said she noticed the smell too and the others agreed and wondered where she got it from. When they commented about it I started smiling. They then figured it out that I fucked her in the kitchen. Lynette then asked me.