My only salvation from going totally nuts is that some of my friends grew up in homes a little less strict than mine.Here's the prime example: sex. My... parents have never used the word. At least in front of me. Birds and the Bees? Not a word. I have never seen ever my mother naked, not even her breasts. Sex doesn't exist if all I have to go on is what I've learned at home. Nothing. I'm seventeen. I've never had a kiss. I've never had my boobs felt. No one has ever touched my pussy, I've never. He told me that my ass drove him crazy. I poked it up a little more just to add to his excitement. He grabbed my hips and plowed his cock right back into me balls deep. He was furiously fucking me from behind, wildly, like an a****l. He spanked my ass, one side and then the other. Slapping it hard enough to sting but not hurt. I was wiggling my ass all over that huge dick. I couldn’t believe how hard he was and how hard he was fucking me. One hard slam after another, again and again. Gently pulling her forward, I let my tongue continue its journey down to her pussy. I lift her legs slightly, to allow better access to her. My tongue starts at the top of her lips, flicking quickly, making her jump just a bit. I slide over her clit, just beginning to fully emerge from its curtain of cover. I circle it, hearing her moan with pleasure. Just barely touching her pussy lips, I glide farther down, reaching the bottom, then plunging my tongue into her, quickly come back up, my. 0 academic average. She enjoyed riding the bike to school instead of the BMW sports car he had bought her. She wanted the exercise. He showed me several pictures of her and when I commented again on how lovely she had been; I also retrieved the picture of her he had brought. He wanted it used to get her hair and makeup like he wanted. Tearfully, Dr. Miller picked up the framed 12 by 15 full-length photo taken recently of Abbie in a black v-necked mini-dress, white pearl necklace, black sheer.