With her little brother? She loved her brother, of course. He was family, friend, and partner, of course she loved him. But there was that other kind ...of love, the kind she didn’t know much about because it didn’t seem to really exist in her house. She didn’t want what her mother had with her father. She knew that wasn’t ‘it’.But what about what George and Jill had? Or Josh and Akilah? Was what they had what ‘it’ was? Could that kind of love be what ‘it’ was? Did she feel that kind of love. My intentions were indeed to have my pussy sucked...I in turn would ravish her body. Consume until she yelled ..please no more...We laughed nervously..but our eyes told the same tale.. They screamed with 'play with me'As I sat on the leather seat and my pussy dripped..I purposely climbed to the back seat...exposing that I was indeed bare and that she did indeed have a drink awaiting...and in seconds we were on top of each other...her fingers inside my wetness drove me harder into her... I. But I always found great comfort it in. I would sometimes see ‘her’ in my thoughts when I’m crying. I never knew her name, or in a way I did know her name but it was more of a feeling then a word. I’d be wrapped up in myself on the bed, not caring about anything or anyone, mad at the world.. consumed with so much anger and hurt. Then I would open my eyes and she’d be there laying next to me… stroking my hair as she watches me. I could see the concern on her face, and the warmth of her caring. Without them being fastened the dress would stay in place because of the straps going over my shoulders; but the sides flop over revealing my naked hips and upper legs.Ethan had to put his hands in and caressed my pussy for our audience.Ethan bought the third and fourth dresses for me. He said that the fourth one would be ideal for stripping me in crowded pubs.I got wet(ter) when he told me that part.Part 02d – The Naked Village Walk-------------------------------------------In bed one night,.