Hey what can I say, it was the 80s and I liked to screw. Is that so wrong just because I was a girl? Its not as embellished as the other true storie...s here, but I wanted to keep it as close to thecomplete truth as I possibly could. Theres time enough later to write fantasy fiction. It was 1984 , I was barely 17 and it was a summer day, yet pouring down rain. I was cruising around town in my car when I saw the Yellow Hornet sitting in the park. It was Brian, a friend of mine, Id say he was. I gave a little grip on his shaft, motioning my hand up and down. He started rubbing me again, and slowly slipped his finger inside of me. My stomach lifted and I let out a small moan. His finger continued to slip in and out of me as I kept jerking him off. My body couldn’t get enough of this… Then he said something I didn’t expect, it was a huge curveball. “Oh hunny… I need you to get it wet for me.” “Wet?” “Can you suck on it for me, please?” My heart became strained. He actually wanted me. "Taylor smiled at him coquettishly."Are you sure?" Bradley searched her face.Taylor nodded and untangled herself from him."Come on up Bradley. No obligation. Just two adults enjoying the perfectend to a lovely evening," Taylor said soberly."No obligation. This is nothing to do with PostPay?" Bradley restated."I'm not a hooker Bradley. I'm not for sale," Taylor said solemnly.Bradley looked both anxious and apologetic."I'm joking you dummy. Come on." Taylor leaned in and kissed himquickly.She. The culture here is sure different, but hell, we’re all making adjustments.”The women shared a brief moment of eye contact. Whitney saw kindness and acceptance in Britney’s mind, and also something else, something so unexpected she blinked her eyes and broke the lock as she realized what it was. Brandi was asking Whitney to forgive her, and Whitney didn’t understand why.It was a deeply buried emotional need, so low level that Whitney thought Brandi didn’t even recognize the nature of the.