I pictured myself skewered by HIS thick,pointed lance, squirming and screaming through the ball gag. "Kymber?" The plastic cap squeaked as she screwed... it on the bottle. Cindy shook my shoulder and I twisted ever so slightly to look at her and said dreamily,"Did you say something?" Her luscious, thick lips were wrapped around a cigarette as she talked out of the side ofher mouth.She opened a bag of carrots, flipped off the top of the onion dip, dunked,crunched, and created a cacophony.I wondered. Next morning I helped her with her profile and showed her a few things such as how to hide her friends list. She asked me if I would help her uploading some naughty pictures. I thought she meant by taking some of us in action but she said no I have some already on the camera so I grabbed the camera and put the SD card into my laptop. There were some pretty graphic pictures that obvious either Ben or Chris had taken of them together. Also there was a video and she told me to play it. I've. .”, she mumbled. “Yes! Right there,baby...That’s IT! Stick it in right there!! Give Mrs. J. that raging hard, teenage penis of yours! Put it in... put it...YES!..in right there, Kenny! Ooohhh!...Thata boy!” Leigh knew that what she was allowing herself to visualize was wrong, but she was powerless over her desire. She knew it was wrong with every squirm of her body, still, she loved it! She couldn’t stop herself!Clearly, she envisioned the expression on Kenny’s face as he drove his exuberant. I am Dominican.I went back inside feeling as if I made a new friend. It didn’t bother me that he was only 22 and I was 35. I thought about him often and was eager to have a short conversation with him every day. I never told anyone about this, especially not my husband.After a week and a half, I invited Michael inside. I didn’t really have a reason, all I did was ask if he wanted to have a drink. It was 10 A.M. when he came in. After talking for a bit on the couch, I had an odd thought. Should.