But when they would arrange the floodlights and zoom in the cameras I would automatically lose my identity. Every click flash was adding up and I ende...d each day just like those mannequins you can style any way you please. My eyes would lose all glimmer and the best they did was cover it up by extra-sparkling eye shadow. They barked I was a normal girl. ‘She ain’t got nothing special about her. She’s like the girl next door, there’s millions of her out there.’ I could hear them complain and bad. I could feel the head of my dick rubbing against the material of Samantha's skirt."That's bad ass!" Samantha whispered."Yeah!" Her mother agreed. "That's one of my favorite attacks. It does a ton of damage!"I wasn't convinced that's what the girl was talking about. I thought it was more probably that she was impressed with her own ability to make my dick so hard. It was better for us that Samantha's mother was such a video game addict. However, what Samantha did next destroyed whatever comfort. It wasn't bad just flurries. By the time we got home it was snowing pretty hard. We unloaded all my stuff and hurried into the house. My mom asked me if i would like some hot chocolate. I said no and took my bags to my room. By the time i was done unpacking and putting everything away. I was tired. It was only 9:00pm, but i decided to just go to sleep. I woke up and was extremely cold. I looked at the clock and it was not working. I figured it broke while i was away. I got out of bed and went. Bolts of wet fire shot up her pussy. "Oh, ah, ooh," she panted as she rubbed her yoni.She slid a finger in and stroked the clit with her thumb. "Oh god, yes!" she gasped. She hunched and jerked and cried out as a mini-climax rippled up and down her pussy.She slowly ceased rubbing, and then she sighed. It felt good, she thought, but it's not ... it's not the real thing. I want the real thing ... a stiff thick cock, in my cunny--fucking me ... Hubby's cock.She let out a raspy chuckle. But the way.