Or were they? Oh no, surely he was just shy with girls, and mistaken."Oh Duane, you're kidding me. Are you sure? Come on, just relax, I'm sure it's ju...st that the right girl hasn't come along yet. When she does you'll fall in love with her. I know your mother is looking forward to grandchildren sometime."He looked at me, tears now swelling in his eyes. He was sniffling, shaking his head. He dried his eyes on the tissue I held to him. I patted him on his shoulders. "Come on now. We'll say no more. “That's real,” I said. My grandfather gave it to me. You have no objections?” “On something that old? I'm not a fanatic, I just care about a****ls.” “Me too,” I assured her as I dashed for her present. Her eyes teared up when she saw it. “Oh Walker, this is so voluptuous. You had it hand made for me.” “I nodded. ”Put it on.” With her cascades of iridescent hair, it sat on her neck and bosom really really well. She threw off her dress and looked at herself in the mirror lit by the firelight. She. “Then I masturbated in front of you while watching the video of Stacy and Rich having sex. Then when I was about to cum I told you”. Saying the words started to turn Michelle on again, the butterflies returning to her stomach. Tina looked more serious. “I don’t think we’ve done anything wrong and…..and I’d like to do it again”. The final part of the sentence came out a little faster. Michelle looked at her friend. She was surprised by her friend’s words but she found herself glad that she. "So, tell me about you. Why do you seem scared?" I asked. Vivian spoke softly. "I am sorry. I just am scared of people hurting me. Blame my parents for that." Do you mean physically??" I asked.She nodded. "Yes. I never could do right to them. If I didn't get good grades, they hit me. If I messed up my violin practice, they hit me. If I talked to a boy, they hit me. It just kept getting worse and worse. I was going to hold out until I was 18 to leave, but it just got to be too much.".