. comforting ... frightening. He turned his gaze to Shelly."See? I ... I honestly don't know how to react to that. It's going to take ... awhile befor... I can act all sane about these things. As much as the horny boy in me wants her naked in my cabin every night, the realistic somewhat sane boy in me wants to keep her as far away as possible." He looked back over at Lessa. "And ... I know I'm going to have to keep sending you into danger, but the part of me that keeps mourning over Cynthia will. “They went to church,” Tami said in between gulps of air as she tried to compose herself. “When they got home, they said we were no longer welcome in their house. Dad said as far as he cared, he had no children.”“What?” I asked, shocked.“Dad said we had pushed too far, and that they did not want us in the house tainting them with our corrupted lifestyles. He said we could pack one bag each of clothes, and take our school bags, and that was it. He watched us pack.”“Mom gave me some money when. Young Britney, keen to make a good impression, sank to her knees with a grateful smile and proceeded to suck the wrinkled cock until the fat, sweating executive deposited a meagre streak of jism on her bubblegum-pink tongue.This scene was repeated time and time again through her pre-teen years, until, on the very day of her fourteenth birthday, a commercial promoter from LA decided that it was time to pop the slut's cherry. A combination of too much cocaine, a generous handful of lube, and a. Not yet.”I plop down in an over stuffed chair and dangle my legs over the arm. One last draw off my beer and it's empty.“Remember those rumors in school Darling? The ones of the sluts that would fuck with bottles?”I watch his eyes grow dark as I slide the bottle between my jean clad thighs.I raise my hips slowly as I lock eyes with him, rubbing myself shamelessly on the round hard glass. My other hand strays to a breast, cupping and gently squeezing it as I watch his hand move to his jeans.I.