“I was always torn between those two sides of me, the slutty side that gave it out wholesale, anything but the V-card, and the Christian-brainwashed... misguided, but sincere, well-meaning part that wanted us to get married and have two point five kids or something together. It was all connected by one fact and one alone: I was yours and I wouldn’t give away what was yours to someone else.“I didn’t dare tell you how I really felt about you, of course. That would let Mom and Dad know and they. On his way out, George walked through the distribution room. Facing a wall of pigeon hole boxes, he ran his eyes across the tags which noted which offices each box belonged to. He dropped the envelope containing Jack's inventory slips into the only distribution box without a nametag. For a moment he wondered who emptied that box and read the inventory slips, but then he remembered Larry.Larry had asked those same questions. At first it had been a joke between the supervisors, "I'm dropping off. Doris pulled the top of the dress to her already erect nipples, stopping there to tease me. With her other hand, she pulled her dress up to her waist. There before me was her shaved pussy and garters.Reaching over, I rubbed her slit as she let the dress fall from her breasts. At that moment, a car was passing us. The driver slowed so they could watch. Doris cupped her breasts and swirled her tongue around her nipples. I slipped my fingers from her very wet slit. She licked them clean, then bent. She awkwardly spreads her legs as her friend probes at her pussy.I push a second finger inside myself seeing that Ella has shaved her pussy now. I wonder who that was for and feel more jealousy as I wish it was for me, I so want to feel her smooth skin against my cheeks, my lips, I want to taste her swollen mound but instead, I watch from behind a tree as her friend kisses her - she kisses him back, their tongue fighting between their lips. His fingers slipping over her, inside her.He turns her.