Outside, itwas dark. Lights flashed past, streaking the huge window with reds,oranges, ambers, yellows, whites, and greens, as if some gigantic,invisi...ble hand were painting an illuminated garden upon a canvas ofglass. Through the slits of my half-open, rheumy eyes, I could make outthe indistinct square, rectangular, and triangular shapes of buildingscrowded together in a close rank. We were traveling through the downtownarea of yet another city. The last I could remember, we'd been crossinga. Igot over the fact and soon I bought and read them from cover to cover. Iwas hooked! It wasn't long, just a few months I worked up the courage togo the bookstore dressed. That lead to the adult theaters and discoveringthe joys of pleasuring and being pleasured by a man. I was in heaven!It was at an adult theater I met Cindy. She was like me and we competedfor men and their prize but we became friends. I remember the first sheasked me my name and I blurted my given name and she laughed and told. A crowd was gathering around. Brianna had quickly become the center of attention for the guests at the faire. Then, he saw two of the men who had seized him carry buckets to the waiting crowd. A tomato hit Brianna right in the face, splattering as it made contact. Then, another shot forward and hit him with such force as to knock his wig partially off.?Look! The harlot’s hair isn’t even real!? Someone shouted, causing laughter from the crowd. More tomatoes flew at Brianna’s. I felt my vaginal juices begin to flow. I began pressing my ass back onto him in desperation of feeling every bit of him that I could. I slid his hand up onto my breast manual forcing him to squeeze it. God he felt good. We stayed this way for some time. Him rubbing my breast and me grinding my ass against his now swollen member. It seemed like we were in this position forever until my father jerked and awoke. I froze. I heard him slowly mutter shit to himself as he quickly removed his hand..