She stepped in, but her pleated skirt swirled around her legs as sheturned back."Silly me. I left my handbag on the seat of my car." She held out herk...eys. "Be a dear."Kelli stepped into the hallway, smiling at my predicament."Andrea, I've never been outside like this. Please don't make me."I had always been submissive to Kelli and maybe it was because she hadjoined her friend to see how I would react to her instruction, but I wasamazed how easy it was for Andrea to also become my superior.I. I noticed (and expected) that I would have to concentrate on stroking my most sensitive area (frenulum) very vigorously for a few minutes in order to reach orgasm/ejaculation. Sometimes I would "run out of steam" from stroking so fast and for so long that I would have to stop and take a breather and then try again in a minute or two.I noticed that I had to rely more heavily on fantasies to bring me to orgasm/ejaculation. Two main-themed fantasies I relied on were: Fantasizing about my younger. Her face was gorgeous, her fea! tures seemed to have been sculpted with exquisite care. Her nose was small, her nostrils flaring. Her eyes were a scintillating shade of brown and her full lips were red and pouty. Her skin was fair, not a blemish to be seen. Her breasts were magnificent to behold. They were very large and full. They did not sag at all but were firm and upstanding. Her body was magic, with all the right curves in all the right places. And her legs — Her legs were very long and. For weeks I cried myself to sleep, it was three months before I found the letters she had written to me and that my parents had hidden.My parents never forgave Jessie for leaving over the following years they did their best to remove her from their lives. However, I couldn’t just forget her, Jessie had been my rock in the storms of my childhood, the one person who I knew loved me unconditionally and I had returned that love with all my heart. When she left I found myself being dominated by my.