I licked my own pussy juice off my hand. Yes, I did. There I was, lying in bed all covered in sweat licking and sucking my fingers like there's no tom...rrow.Well, that got me so horny that I masturbated again. I fantasized about the same man taking me. That I had no control and wasn't responsible for anything that happened. I masturbated rough. From then on, whenever I did that I was rough with myself. That's how I imaged the man in my dream would be.The next morning I had to wash my sheets,. She didn’t quite remember when she’d been told to do this, but she knew it was very important. She spent almost an hour browsing the internet and bookmarking videos. She noticed that she felt reluctant to go find videos of girls pole dancing while clothed. Instead she was browsing porn sites, finding videos of nude strippers. The girls in these videos had big fake tits, and they often masturbated as they danced, or started or ended their act by fucking a woman or a man on stage.Once she’d. Gee’s turn:“Just try to relax,” he said. “Nothing we can do that will change things. I’m sure that we’ll have good news tomorrow.”I petted Pickles for a while, absorbed in my own thoughts, relishing being held by Josh.Finally he said, “I’m gonna get a shower. You?”“You don’t shower without me,” I said.The act of getting naked, of washing each other lovingly, for that time the problems receded. I enjoyed the hot water, the lathering, Josh’s strong hands roaming over me, the texture of the terry. Your personal mission to not get raped is in danger right now. The thing is, when you're in public, you can't just blend with the crowd. People seem to like your body type for whatever reason. A man was inches away from pounding you one time, but thankfully your mother was there to help. You still remember the exact words she said to the man. "If you do that to my son, I'm going to do it to you." This intimidated him into leaving. You were grateful for her but also miffed a little. You didn't.