And my poor mind fried.Scotty, beam me up! Circuit overload! Red alert! (And as a vision of me rubbing her thighs, or letting my hand run itself up to... the hair between her legs.) She held my hand and asked if I was okay. I didn’t know. The Volvo was sinking fast. We arrived some thirty minutes and three thousand years later at the dock where our boat would be taking the freshman class out to the island. Gloria, still holding my hand and chatting away about her family and her friends in high. Jason, apparently, is a fetishist, as well as an aficionado of some rather esoteric sexual practices. I spent the next two hours spellbound, looking through hundreds of pictures, videos, and stories. Why didn't he tell me? I wondered. I would have to confront him as I was very angry. I also felt that Jason had broken his trust with me. After all, I loved him. Couldn't he have trusted me enough to share this with me? I shared everything with him, and I now felt totally betrayed. When he gets. And pregnancy is not a concern either. We have agreed that we are not going to go all the way before Fran has my ring on her finger."Dad lifted an eyebrow. "That is unusual for this day and age," he said. As a medical professional he knew very well that the abstinence programs promoted by the Bible-bashing right had no effect apart from adding hypocrisy and deceit to the misery of unwanted teenage pregnancy."Perhaps," I said, "but Fran's mother had the wrong idea about what we do and said so in. Why couldn’t she do it? It seemed like every other girl got there easily, while Kayla was still trying. Kayla MacKenthols was having trouble. Every night, she’d turn on the laptop. She’d spend at least half an hour watching porn. It was nice, watching sexy lesbians eat each other out, or a couple as they moaned under the rumbling sheets. But it made Kayla feel strange, like wanting somebody to slide a long, hard cock into her hungry wet pussy. The burn of desire, the horny pleasure. But that.