‘I’m lucky?’ Julie asked. ‘Yes, because if someone hadn’t come and helped you out of the car, you probably would have died, and I don’t t...hink you would rather be dead would you?’ I asked her. ‘No, I guess not, but I’m disfigured and ugly.’ She said I raised her up to look into her face and saw the tears running down her cheek. I reached out and brushed her hair back and she tried to turn and hide her face. I held her head, firmly, but not hard. I leaned in and kissed her scar, her cheek,. I keep doing it for hours together by start and stop technique. I can’t be without masturbating for more than two days. I like to enjoy sex to the fullest (And yeah I forgot to mention I am still a virgin I guess this is the reason for me turning a pervert these days). I like animal rough sex and of course sometimes slow erotic romantic too. I love kissing on long milky sexy neck. I have this fetish for milky neck, milky feet and hairy armpit, hairy pussy. I love little short and little plump. There wasn't a bubble left to pop when my parents finally confessed that there was no Santa.I got used to the clothes and shoes I always got every year. Why I would feel any different now I didn't know. Sure, Mom and Dad were treating me nice, even lovingly, but that didn't mean they would give me anything other than clothes. So, the slight elation I had felt for that possibility faded and my eagerness for an argument replaced it. Then I remembered that I hadn't gone shopping for them at all.. “That’s a good girl, you’ll feel so much better once I get this in you.”I moaned and pulled my pussy lips apart, holding my cunt open for her. She wasted no time and pressed all five of her fingers into me again. The extra stretching from my assistance and the juices that were seeping out of me made it easier for her to get her hand in up to the first finger joint. “Deep breath doll,” Beth said, pushing harder into me and twisting at the same time. “Mommy!” I screamed on my exhale as Beth.