"You've been kept from it for so long it almost doesn't seem fair to the rest of us. We've been longing to include you since the day you were born". S...ddenly, he grabbed her hips and yanked poor Violet forward, with her ass almost slipping of the edge of the chair. He pushed her legs up level to her head, looking down at her covered, untouched pussy. Soft cotton panties were all that separated him from his prize. Violet laid back in complete shock, gripping the arms of the chair, her heart. Just that nagging desire for more, planted in the back of my mind. I lay in my bed that night and just couldn’t turn down the noise in my brain. Maybe he didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought? I replayed the scenes over and over in my mind, getting more worked up with every thought. I rubbed my hand casually over my body, thinking of his touch. With every pull and tug on my nipple, I thought of his mouth at my breasts, suckling and lapping at them. I made a few passes at my pussy. It was. "Ahh, Mary love, this one has a nice pecker and that's a fact."Mary looked me straight in the eye and asked in a low but perfectly clear voice,"Would you like to dip your wick in a pair of tight holes, generous sir?"I assumed she was talking of both her and Meg's fannies because those creatures are notoriously frugal with dispensing entrance to their nether holes."Don't mind if I do, Mary Dear, who goes first?"Meg was apparently the person in charge in such matters because she quickly straddled. Yeah, right out there at the bus stop. I bet I could have cum with one or two strokes. Wonder if miss mom over there would have minded? Okay so sometimes I think badass thoughts and okay, I can be opinionated at times. But that doesn’t mean I am not a romantic at heart. Yeah- even me. So I long for someone to love me for who I am. Someone that would pull me close to them in some sort of fuck-me embrace. But you know what? Two years of almost dates, two years of “kinda busy Saturday, maybe some.