That year, Rachel had "IT" in spades. She looked better, walked sexier, laughed prettier and smelled finer than anyone else around. I once heard a fri...end of mine say of her: "I'd bite her ass and to hell with lockjaw." I wasn't sure what it meant, but I found myself nodding in agreement. Many girls can and do look gorgeous, but very few ever approach a single minute of perfection. Rachel stayed perfect for several consecutive months between September of 1957 and February of 1958.When I talk. "I don't think so," I said. I stood and went to the bathroom before I headed back to the barracks. As I opened the door the two of them were standing there. Suddenly the larger one pushed me against the wall, while the other one pushed my tight skirt up over my hips. The big one kissed me while the smaller on began to kiss my pussy and bite my clit. My dad had done both but not as long or as gently as the little redhead did. Before I knew it I was orgasming. Sure the forced sex might have been. Mark told me we were going to have a wild time and begged me to wear my lacy pink bra and panties matching set underneath a button up blouse and skirt. He picked me up right after school and drove me to his frat house. Usually we go straight up to his room and fool around, but today he lead me straight to the living room where his frat brothers were sitting around watching TV. One of the guys stood up to grab the remote and shut the TV off. Some of the guys cleared one of the couches and they. 00 by this Friday, we're going to have to repossess your car, and that's all there is to it!" Sitting in a chair across from Jack's desk, Nancy Moore was fighting to control her emotions, and unfortunately was failing miserably. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to explain to Mr. Tydman that without a car, her husband Joe would lose his job as a traveling salesman. "Believe me when I tell you that I'm sympathetic to your position," Jack went on, "but you're two months behind already,.