“That’s for me. I should be back soon. See ya in a bit,” Victoria said as she walked away, letting me see that great backside jiggle on her way ...out.I felt something that I haven’t felt before. My heart was pumping and my palms were sweating. Was I falling in love with Victoria Justice? I shook my head and tried to make sense of my feelings, but I couldn’t think of anything. I took some deep breaths and helped the crew finish setting up the camera and the lights.It had been about an hour before. When her mother started having frequent men around-both before and after Holly's dad took off-she sometimes demanded Holly have sex with them, thinking her preteen daughter would keep them interested longer.By the time she got to college, Holly knew all about being raped and used. She also knew that the ideal was one man and one woman who loved each other and were exclusive. That sounded heavenly to her.She just couldn't do it.Sex, to her, was such a cheap commodity that it was completely. All this time I am still down on the floor looking up at him. My new friend starts to apologize while he adjusts himself, then mentions he is Gay. It seems my half naked body is getting to him. To make him feel less uncomfortable I inform it is ok and I am Bi. I then joke with him about him liking old guys. He is starting to Relax some and our conversation starts to drift into sex.I mention his Dick must feel like it needs to escape those tight pants, and how big and fat his dick looks from. We've all sucked on our mothers. . . But. With hers. . . That would be, sort like– sucking on a. . . dick.I shake my head and snap out of it. In reality she was a lot more modest covered up by her open lab coat she never bothered to take off between classes and lab-time, with her mid-length grey hair neatly tied up.“Something you don't agree with Isobel?” She picks up.('Of all the days, genitalia had to be today, didn't it?') I think to myself.“Uh. No. Sorry miss. I just, got one of those weird.