As he used each item, he would show me particular ways to hold it, certain ways to move my wrist or fingers to get a desired effect, and while I could... tell that a lot of what we did was truly painful for Pam, she was obviously enjoying it all. I found myself so excited by what I was doing to her that when I was handed the most wicked-looking toy, a cat-o-nine with metal rivets at its tips, I was startled to realize that I was actually feeling somewhat stoned&hellip, and when I lashed that. “Why did I start writing erotic stories?” I wondered.“What made me write my first story?” I very seriously asked myself.It was always, always, connected to the extreme sensual desires I had. Thinking how it all began, I closed my eyes as I lit my second cigarette.I immediately felt my mind filled with images of the very person I spent years lusting for. The very person who was the biggest reason for all my venereal cravings. My Dream Girl – My Mother, Mahima.As much as I enjoyed my wonderful. “I remember that you stopped and we was just sittin’ there and then I don’t remember nuthin’.”“Yeah, I stopped but the guy in the Ford behind me didn’t.”“Fuckin’ Ford drivers!” she croaked.“Emily!” her mother reprimanded her.“She’s a Chevy fan, honey,” her dad smirked.“And I guess that I’m Ford man because of Bill Elliott. That’s why she said that to me! I think that means she’s OK!” I said, then turned back to the bed, “Emily, I’m not sure what’s happening between now and Tuesday. I might not. He started un-buttoning his shirt,unbuckle his pants and took his clothes off,I took off my dress,no bra and I'M wearing Crotchless Pantyhose.I started kissing his chest and navel,worked down to to his harding member.i was licking and sucking him,i even sucked his salty balls,i spit on his dick to lube it up for my tight pussy.he pulled me up .I sat on his throbbing dick.we kissed as i humped him,he was squeezing my ass.I know pussy was leaking juices all over his cock.i started using my pussy.