It had been a week since her birthday and this was the third time she'd get to indulge her nasty appetites and stuff her fingers up her undeveloped cu...nthole. Ever since one of her friends showed her some nasty pictures on the internet, her little slot had stayed constantly wet and sloppy, and her mind was full of nasty, slutty thoughts.As soon as her mom left, Bekkie quickly stripped out of her shorts, top and panties and began fingering her hairless little cunt while she pinched and tugged her. "Oh, you know ... hanging on." Rick stared at the strange pattern of flecked dots on the bank floor. "Doing some programming work. What about you?"The details spilled out of Megan like he had unplugged a stopper: her life, in an incoherent jumble. Rick was able to pick out that she had just got out of law school and was interning at a firm in town, and that she was very excited about all of this. She had been there at the bank to take out a lone for her new house."It's great that you're back in. Wordsworth instead goes for themasculine, the hope of mankind. A firm emphasis on the man. In contrastKeats" revelation is personified in the feminine, a beauty that is ableto escape the darkness and sadness of the world for the purer realm. Am Isaying that Keats was a sissy? No - who knows?What I am saying, is that I think I realised I'd always been chasingsomething. Another girl, another date, another pursuit. It was fine for awhile, but the itch became something I could no longer reach. I'd. I leaned forward as if to tighten my shoe laces, brushing his hand away in the process. My damp auburn hair fell down in a curtain to hide my eyes, and I spent much longer than necessary fiddling with my socks and shoes, hoping to regain my composure before meeting his eyes again. When I finally sat up and leaned back, his arm was across the bench behind me. I shot him a quick look from the corner of my eye, and saw that he was staring off into the distance. I could have sworn there was a smirk.