He even strokes my breasts as a if to say he knows about my femimalty. I get tingles from him and they seem to pool down to my groin. I want to come b...ut I restrain myself, I want to feel Nimrod come even more.Our rhythm becomes one of us trying to out do the other. I think it is me who comes first after all. Because I start to cry out and next thing I know I am pouring liquid and Nimrod is coming fast behind meWe both collapse together when we are done. Nimrod has collapsed on top of me. .. for now.”“Have you considered talking to the police about this?” he asked gently.“Two under-aged boys that they’re already offering a plea deal for attempted murder, attempted kidnapping, attempted rape, possession of drugs and drug paraphernalia? Those police? The fact of the matter is that there was a party organized by those three where there were drugs provided, so legally no one in that house could have given consent. Forty people, multiplied by three days. They wouldn’t want to even. I thought for a while digesting the words he spoke in mypost orgasmic drunken haze. It was funny because I knewwhere he was coming from. I had my own little sexualsecret that nobody knew about, well almost nobody thatis. I was13 (almost 14) and had a terrible bout ofconstipation brought on by eating to many fresh cheesecurds.I was at my Aunt Allison’s house in Wisconsin for thesummer. I was staying and working on my Mom’s youngestsister’s dairy farm and having a great time. My. Nobody else was there when she arrived, just her and Kate’s schoolbag lying on the bench. Hazel smiled to herself and nervously sat down next to it. Looking around nervously, she unzipped the schoolbag. Inside lay a predictable assortment of essential teen girl relics including; eyeliner, lip gloss, a Cosmo and a packet of cigarettes. A bonus prize for the young girl, a tiny white g string lay tucked away to the side of the bag. Hazel proceeded to stuff it in her pocket hastily, ‘I’ll.