Her wealth and beauty allowed her to shirk responsibilities and to manipulate males. This protected her Id and boosted her ego without the moral const...raints of the superego. The guilt she felt from her frequent masturbation and the shameful way her body responded to the fondling fingers of her abusive uncle made her unsure and fearful of her sexuality. It made her a fucked up cock teasing spoiled rotten lesbian submissive. With an itch that not even dope could scratch.Now she has the. Normally a blonde cheerleader is always given the label as bitchy, high maintenance, slut. But I wasn’t like that. Well at least that was true up until now. I’m still not bitchy, or high maintenance but I don’t think I can no longer refer to myself as not slutty. But I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s start from the beginning. I live in a normal suburban plat, where every house around is basically the exact same with few if any differences. I’m an only child and I live with my mom and dad. Both. Something about the night before didn't set well with me. I had no idea what it was, but something seemed off somehow. On the upside of a lousy memory was that I would totally forget the feeling soon.I cooked most of the night but in the end I had over a gallon of a rum made with molasses and corn. It was smoother than pure corn liquor and not as buttery tasting as ordinary rum. It was nice and smooth with no after taste at all. It was just strong, since all my liquor was over 90 proof and. I wanted this boy all over my naked body, so i suggested moving to another car. when we were finally alone, behind a locked door, i couldn't help myself. i lunged at billy with even more fervor, running my fingers through his short hair, caressing his chest, letting him cup my ass and reach under my skirt. his fingers made their way to my pussy in no time and it felt amazing. i let out soft moans every time his finger plunged into me and skimmed across my clit. i knew it wouldn't be long before.