I had often seen you and fantasised about what it would be like to fuck you.When she told me this i decided i had to try and get a piece of the action....I hope you don't mind?"."Not at all.To be honest i have occasionally fantasised about you.I just wasn't sure if you would be up for it"."Oh i am always up for it.Ever since my husband left me for some young trollop i decided i would go out and enjoy myself.Preferably with younger men.Luckily younger men seem to find me attractive.Even a couple of. )• There will be unique placements not involving just time for the particular chapter to differentiate it from another yet also connect it to the same group of choices or threads that share a common ancestry.(This is for organization purposes for me, so that I keep track how much time has passed and better manage multiple choices and character perspective jumps in conjunction with timelines crossing over.)This isnt designed to be appealing to read, more like a historical documentation or diary. “I can’t believe you have only fucked missionary. There are many ways to fuck and you need to start trying them. Sucking your first cock was a good start but we are going to get you to open more horizons.”“I guess I have to trust you. I know wouldn’t have put his thing in my mouth without you. It was so naughty, but I loved it. Is it weird that I’m excited to do it again?”“That is so cute that you’ve become a cock-sucker. Also important, it is not a thing. It is a cock, a dick, his Johnson or. ”“Tell your Mom to call me, and I’ll tell her that I want you to come see me every day.”The next day, Kennedy was at our house again, when the men delivered our new bus. She went out with us, to look it over.There was a huge picture of me painted on both sides - with my cowboy hat on, holding my guitar. My name was in fancy writing, under my picture.One man was following the bus in a car, to take the driver back. He showed Sherry, Mom and Kennedy all about the inside of the bus, while the.