He had a thing against oral sex, and liked to get the act over with quick. Every drop of semen he deposited into me was like acid pouring into my soul.... In time, I grew to hate him.“Fortunately, I was not, and still am not shy about masturbating. In many ways, masturbation kept me sane over the years. What I found really sad is that he had no idea what a hottie he had on his hands, for I am a natural born squirter!”“Shut up!” Dave, her internet friend typed excitedly. He was curious about her. That's why it wasso hard to understand why Mom's relatives could be so mean. And I couldtotally understand why Mom would just as soon walk away from the entirenasty situation. But her Dad wanted her to have an inheritance, and therest of his family needed to respect his wishes - even if it took ajudge to set them straight!I was still lost in these thoughts when we pulled into our driveway. Igathered up my purse and got to the front door before the others, thenunlocked it and stepped inside with. ”“Okay, see you soon.”I noticed how much nicer he had gotten over the years, but I did have to wonder if it was genuine, because I remember him being nice to me in school when he wasn’t with his friends. Either way it was a nice little catch up. Everything was pretty routine after that, work was the same, I occasionally went out with my friends, some from school, some from university, some from work, nothing exciting happened, until a few days before the reunion. I remembered that I needed to. She'd spent the day doing a scene with just the puppets, and by the time she'd left the make-up room all the crew had left for the evening. The boredom highlighted her other concern, that deep down, she was unhappy.She didn't want to go to another party that night, especially not if she was filming tomorrow, and the prospect of room service in an empty hotel room was not exactly enticing. After the birth of her daughter last year, she had cooled on Darren, her long time beau. She'd told herself.