The dress was so reveling that she might as well have worn none. Every bulge and crevice could be seen She wore no bra no panty. The sharp contours of... her 36D size breasts were bulging out like melons .Her hair was tied behind in a pony tale. She looked years younger than her 34 + years. Sheela had been my girlfriend in college for three years and after two abortions and my MBBS we finally got married. She had been the Tennis and Badminton champ of her .college and maintained the same athletic. But that isn’t relative to this tale, merely an introduction.At this stage though, Sal was OK. She was not too big and definitely interested in sex ... as much as possible in fact, which should have warned me a little, plus was on the pill as she told me on our second date after our initial introduction at a friend’s party. Naturally this had us out in my car in a woodland carpark a few minutes later with her tongue down my throat and my hands roaming underneath her skirt in an attempt to get. Renee got out of the shower and patted her skin dry like her mom told her to do. "That way your skin will stay moist and not dry out," she said. "Also remember to moisturize by using one of the lotions we always have in the bathroom." She often wondered when she was a boy why there were so many different lotions in here. As she smoothes it on her arms and legs she noticed that there was a different texture to her skin. She didn't realize that all those new hormones racing through her would. Carly was always the one who helped me with my problems, always the one who took care of everything. But I fucked everything up. And it hurts so bad.And it still hasn't hit me yet. I was rayped. Rayped. Me, Sam Puckett... was... and it's lurking at the edges of my mind, and I can't let it in. So I take another drink. I shiver as my fingers near my mouth, grasped around the neck of the bottle. I can smell her. The scent of her on me. And I can still feel her, hot and slick on me, her hands.