She gave me a little look. Then she stretched. She put her heads behind her head and yawned, causing her chest to be puffed out. Her breasts looked pe...rfect, the right size and shape. She actually caught me staring this time. She looks me over and then smiles.She writes on a piece of paper, "Like what you see?"I write back, "Hell yes." Me too, wanna do it?" I look up surprised. She winks at me. I nod at her. I stand to leave but I don't get very far. As soon as I stand she attacks me. She pushes. This went on for three years. I had many jack off sessions thinking of her. About a week before I turned sixteen I noticed mom started acting different towards me. She started wearing low cut and tight shirts that showed a lot of cleavage, and shorts that showed the outline of her pussy. I couldn’t help starring at her when I thought she wasn’t looking.My birthday falls in the middle of the school year so when I got home from school on my sixteenth birthday which happens to be a Friday, I asked. A groupof singles liked to go there and get to know one another over cocktails,snacks and Friday night sports.That was the night I met Marina. She had shining jet black hair, quite abit shorter than Celine's blond mane, and her eyes sparkled with wit.Her sleek dark leggings and caramel-colored heels were decidedly sexy. Iintroduced myself immediately when I saw her and a few other singlesnear the door. "It rhymes with America," she said in a cheerful whisper."Not with that boat-dock word, even. "She packed an overnight bag and is heading over to your house." Presumptuous little thing, isn't she?" I asked."Just eager," Kari said. Then she laughed. "You haven't even let the poor girl touch herself for over two weeks! I would curl up and die if I had to abstain for that long!" I guess I shouldn't talk," I said. "It's rarely a day that I don't get some." Just expect a sex starved little slave girl," Kari said."Oh, well. I guess I'll have to do my duty!"Kari laughed as she hung up.Moments.