.." she continued, struggling for the right word. Already she could feel the reality of that shared moment starting to drift away and her single, indi...idual self, and with it her familiar, common perceptions, reemerging. "I don't know, anguish, almost, when that moment passed, like I was being torn apart." I understand completely," Ben agreed. He took a deep breath and laughed shakily. "To be honest, I'm still not feeling quite like myself, or at the least, the self I normally perceive as 'my. All together. the poor illiterate fishermen must have thought her a vision from heaven. More than a few stumbled, their gaze so fixedly focused upon the lush figure of Donna, long dark hair, exquisitely shaped even longer legs that kept right on going up to her pelvis and beyond. They whistled and cooed and eyeballed her large breasts and the jutting nipples. She got a couple of slaps on the butt and one brave young man grabbed her pubic mound with the fist of a hand, from behind. She kneed him. “I’m 18,” I whispered, because anything louder might have given away my desire to let him have me, here and now and I wasn’t that brave to cross the final line. If he wanted me, then daddy was going to have to make the first move. As for having holes to enjoy? I had three, all untouched by any man. Daddy was more than welcomed to them.“Go on,” he urged me.“And I was just out, hanging around, wasting time. No boys. No girls either, just clearing my head a little before bed time.”“I believe you,. The dresses were full and billowy and when it was warm, she would often sit and ease the dress up to her high thigh to cool down. Of course, I had seen up her skirts when the soft creamy flesh of her thighs, above her stocking line, came into view and that view from any of my aunts or older women would make my cock immediately erect. Two weeks after my last visit to their house, I had another home football match so I called round after the match. Dorothy came to the door in a loosely fitting.