Next came a shirt I did not like at all. It was very light and had shortsleeves, but the sleeves had a button on them and this I knew was a girl'sshir...t! NOPE! Okay, on to the next one. Nice plain white dress shirt, the chestpockets were a little on the small side, but it was a nice shirt. That darnbutton thing again! Okay, add that one to the pile. I also wished it did nothave those support seams.Okay, on with the next one. WOW, a real shirt! Buttons on the correct side, nosupport seams, nice. It turned out that Cindi was a screamer and a creamer. At first I thought that it was strange that her mother would be doing that to her in the first place but at the same time I found it to be the most erotic thing that I had seen or heard of before. Cindi’s mother had to put her hand between Cindi’s breasts and hold her down because she was thrashing around the bed so much. I was sure that the neighbors would have called the police by now. When Cindi’s mother finally removed her finger from. In between I read back in her elder blog stories. She seemed to want to achieve two things there.Obviously she liked to tell how her hot sexy experiences had happened to her. The main aim was to educate her readers in a Catholic country, where objective and open sex info was still rare!Gothic Girl, Many Masturbation Love LessonsAfter over a dozen years I forgot many details. I can't look back at hre blogs, unfortunately.The reason will be only disclosed at the very end of the next sexy series. Again, that dreadful odour filled the room, she cursed as she remembered the window was not opened, she having not had time enough yet. The brown slug flopped in front of her face, he grinned and grunted that she “knew the score” and to “get on with the job!” she closed her eyes and as before it took no time to fetch him to a climax.Gagging a little she looked up into his eyes, and at a raising of his head as if to say `well then?’ she swallowed it down, feeling degraded and embarrassed. He.