Maybe even more so?The question I have is why does society point fingers and call a girl like me a ‘slut’?That word has a very negative connotatio...n to it. So I ask you, isn’t that kind of un-fair? I mean, there isn’t a ‘male’ equivalent to the the word ‘slut’ as far as I know.Boys are just ‘horny’ and I guess that that is just ‘expected’ or something.Supposedly they just can’t help themselves and want to get naked with a girl and fuck as often as possible.But, if a girl can’t help herself and. I have heard you go into Uncle Jake's room a few times, and the sounds left nothing to my imagination. What I didn’t know was that Daddy was here too – that really surprised me. As you know, I have sex with my boyfriend regularly, so I know what fun it can be. It’s just that this – well, it is different.” At this point, I put my arm around Paige’s shoulder, pulling her gently towards me and looking at David for support.David said, “I am so sorry, Paige,” not able to look her in the eyes. I. The hot water felt soothing on her naked body. She always felt so much more relaxed and good about herself after doing these fun dance workouts. “Is there such a thing as a dancing high?” she wondered. She relaxed, as the hot water soothed her body. She shaved her legs and trimmed her full bush. Then, she took off the showerhead to rinse off, briefly pausing and aiming it at her sex, enjoying the water pulsing against her pleasure spot for a delicious moment. She dried off and moisturized her. Feeling kinda faint, you know? Woozy. I think I need some water.’ Michael’s eyes widened and he shrieked. He twisted and shouted, ‘Water! Cold water for Erica right now! Get the smelling salts! Grab the crash cart!’ Then Chrissie said, ‘Knock it off, Michael. Can’t you see she’s teasing you?’ Michael paused for a second, looking at me. I nodded. ‘She’s right. I was just having some fun,’ I said. Michael stalked away, muttering. I turned to Chrissie. ‘Hmmpphh. Party pooper,’ I said. Chrissie.