Kelsey could do nothing but muffle her squeals into the virgin twat pressing hard against her mouth. Chapter 6 — Reasons Inside a quiet house in the... newly named Serendipity Street, three women sat talking quietly as they enjoyed a meal of linguine and seafood. A meal cooked by the youngest member of the household, Melody Randall. Watching the other two eat she felt a great deal of satisfaction as they complimented her on the lovely meal and toasted her with small glasses of fruit juice. Alcohol. ”“Will three o’clock this afternoon be okay?”“Yes.”“Meet me in the basement at the elevator doors. And bring the lube with you.”“Thanks, I’ll be there.”I arrived at the elevator doors shortly before three. Honeybee was already there, shifting nervously from foot to foot as she waited.“Hey, you don’t have to do this if you’re not sure,” I tried to reassure her.“After giving myself an enema and rubbing gunk up my bum, I’m sure as hell not going to back out now,” she insisted.I led her to the. For her, nothing could be finer in this life. She had great friends, even though she hadn’t joined them at the movies for a few weeks. Her grades were fine, she wasn’t stressing about SAT’s yet - it just didn’t worry her. Mostly, she was just elated to have a boyfriend.‘And you know,’ she imagined telling Piper, ‘You’d think not being able to go out in public would be a problem, but is really not that big a deal. We still watch movies, we can get food delivered, he comes home and I get to kiss. Great husband, loving kids, good job, nice house, & good friends. But lately the memory of my childhood has been taking over my dreams and thoughts. I came across this site by chance through a friend who is, let just say “Into tabooish things” Anyway, after reading many of the stories. I am ready to tell my story. I will try to start from my earlest memories and work up to my last memory. Please bear with me. My first memory of my childhood is etched in my mind. I was around 5 or 6, we lived in.