The large power yachts of Los Angeles’s wealthy, tied up at berths they rarely left. Gulls engaged in their usual raucous fighting, flying, walking,... in the eternal quest for a quick, free, meal. The brown pelicans were sitting in small groups on the tops of buildings and boats, watching hungrily for the fish inexperienced enough to enter the shallow waters of the marina. There were always a few boats entering or leaving the marina, under power inside the breakwater, watched by the vigilant eyes. "She's going to come, too." Oh, not yet!" Rhonda said. "I want it to last. Don't let her come yet. Let me eat her pussy first." Do you really want to make her wait? We could take her into the bedroom and really do it right." Let's."Together the pulled Sholandra up from the sofa and led her into Rhonda's bedroom, falling in a squirming threesome on the bed without even bothering to remove the bedspread. Now that they had more room, Rhonda and Laura began to fuck the beautiful girl more. Anway, back to my story. My parents are pretty awful. They made me wear long dresses and long-sleeved shirts in public up until, well, now. She also, on my Dad's orders, made me wear these silly granny panties that my gran would never wear. My gran used to dance in Chicago in the thirties, and she was really cool. Gran even apologized for my Mom. When I started getting pretty big pretty quickly, twelve, my Mom bound my breasts. I always had to unbind them when I got home. At home, and they. She really wanted to see me, so I hopped on over to where she was staying.Its a local no-tell motel. I knew that she was a part-time escort, to make the ends meet, so I wasn't too surprised. She met me at the door with the biggest smile, and a slinky pink nighty, with all her NICE jewelry on. She was beautiful. We really hit it off, genuinely liking each other. I got a huge hug from a little woman, then the tears started. She had been in jail again, wrong place, wrong vice cop, and had.