He was pretty handsome. There was something weird about him that made my vagina feel the sensations I had never experienced in my lifetime. It was a... that moment when I saw him saying hi to one of my coworkers. I figured out she was his wife, but wouldn't mind if I'd venture and do something about my wet pussy, while this man was waiting for her wife to finish her morning shift. Each time he got to the store I did an effort to show off and he could see my bra and imagine my tits. I. I still had plenty of money from that score and I didn't need to feed Ginger any more. I went into L.A. The pickings weren't so good any more without her. I ended up on Santa Monica Boulevard, with all the rent boys. Older men would cruse by looking for a fresh hot ass to fuck. What choice did I have? I rented out my ass for those guys to get by.After a few weeks I got lucky this old dude picked me up, (not that being with an old dude was lucky), but he was kind, his name was Brian. He. But Celia wouldn’t be engaged to the man she’d be lusting after, Amber rationalized. Nearly lost in her reverie, Amber was jolted to conscience by a shout. ‘Hey, Ams! Where the hell are you!’ Celia had arrived and here was Amber, nude and still recovering from a self-induced orgasm. ‘I’m in the shower, Ciel! And, no, you can’t come in and join me! Make some lemonade and I’ll be right down!’ Amber scrambled from the shower and dashed into her room, tossing clothes onto her body without paying. The girls fell in love with him. Some of the boys looked up to him. Some of the boys were a part of his clique. Those boys were Brady, Pete, Alex and Thomas. They were the coolest kids of the primary education grade.Charles and his gang often hang out by the diners, the woods, the hills, the cliffs and even the beaches. But there was one particular beach where they never hang out on. It was a beach that was close to a cliff that stood beside it and towered over it. From the beach, people could.