I wasn't sure I wanted to share the emotion that went into the painting or not. Of course, there were others, and I was already working on one that re...vealed more intimate details. The sculpture, well now that was a different story altogether. This is going to sound so weird, but the new clay was affecting me in a strange way. I'd wet my hands and start working the material, but ...oh, this is so hard to explain. It was like the clay took on a life of its own, and I found that I could almost. I wanted ted to change positions, I wanted to give him another look at a different angle in which he could take me. I pulled the silver slick vibrator from my ass. Then, with my hole still spread open, plunged it back inside me, then back out again, letting him see my little hole fully spread out and opened for him.I quickly layed on my back and with one leg up, reached around and slid that make believe dick back up inside me. From this angle, I imagined he would be able to see all of me, my. I'm lost if you don't believe that remembering the good times is worth also remembering the bad... "The good times..."After the first night we played together. Don't you remember? At the lake?"No..."I'll help you... It was so hot that day that I had to stay in the lake water to keep from overheating. Jackie was nearby, swimming and singing to herself. Our parents had gone back to the cabin in the heat of the early afternoon, leaving the two of us by ourselves, though other people were around,. As I finished it, I saw Jay’s car pull in. I didn’t expect to really see him, and that made me a bit sad, because I missed our playful tickling matches. He had slowly distanced himself, and mostly quit tickling and messing with me after I blossomed from a gangly kid into a young woman. He had accidentally grabbed a handful of tit as we were playing one afternoon, and after an awkward apology had retreated to his room. That was the last time we had enjoyed our playful romps and I had missed them.