I I’m someone that likes to run in de mornings and reads in the evenings. It’s not that I’m not pretty I think I look stunning I just prefer to ...be alone. I have long dark blonde hair, about 178 cm high my boobs or not to big they are a firm 80 cc and my hips and ass can carry the Kardashian name. That’s all you need to know for now.The story of how I became addicted to rape starts on a Sunday morning. I decided to take a run to the lake go for a swim and run back. This is something a do on a. ‘We stumbled into the room and …’ ‘You were all over me,’ she moaned, rolling on top of him, with one hand still gripping his cock between their bodies. ‘I begged you to touch me.’ She began to whimper as she straddled his thigh and rubbed her dripping pussy against his leg. ‘Touch me, Jacen,’ she moaned. ‘Touch me like you did last night. Please…’ She released his shaft from her grip as she felt his hands on her buttocks, lifting her upward so that she was straddling his waist. She leaned. ” The story had given my cock something more to wiggle to. And I noticed he noticed. “You said couple of unusual shower stories?” I already knew that this afternoon I was going to cum again. It was a forgone conclusion. I just didn't know how it was going to happen and who would be involved.“Well, are you sure I should be telling you these stories? I haven’t said anything to any one else and it needs to stay that way.”“You can trust me Ryan. I think we both have our secrets to keep.” I smiled. And in the morning when I woke we were on opposite sides of the bed, facing away. I don't think she knew I'd forgiven her, and I still hoped she'd forgiven me.That Friday I decided how to deal with it. I showed up for dinner in my red leather mini and black net stockings, and the black fuzzy sweater I wore for my big night out on the town, when I almost got laid and officially certified a BiGirl in fact. And my straight black wig, and all the cheap jewelry. The same outfit I'd worn to the.