"It... belongs to a friend." I know what it is, you know," Shaniqua said, almost smugly."You... do?" Laura was so stunned and off-balance that speakin...g was still difficult.Shaniqua nodded. "I used to go out with this guy, what a creep, that always had lots of porno magazines lying around. It's a pussy ring. Some girl's wear them, or whatever you call it, on their pussy. I can't imagine why. Looks like it would hurt to me. I mean, maybe not wearing it but just getting it done." She shivered. Barb had briefly considered his half-joking suggestion that they get back together. She certainly didn't hate him, in fact she not only felt sorry for him and wished he hadn't been taken, but retained good memories of their early years together. But there was no point in trying to find a spark in ashes that had been cold even before they separated. Barb had dated occasionally and occasionally taken one of those dates to bed. None of those times had been serious. She had just wanted someone warm. No one would believe the motivation to wearthem was not as perverted as it sounded.Her mother might call my parents who would then ask me if I knewanything about Brenda missing some clothes. I would be too nervous itwould be so obvious I was lying. I could pretend it was a dare but thenI might have to say who dared me. When I could not produce a name theywould know I was lying again. Then my whole family and eventually mywhole school would find out. Result: I would be teased every day for. My penis was hard. I think I had been masturbating for few months by then. I realized that my penis wouldn’t go easily in his tight hole. The idea of putting my penis in him didn’t work for me.I was still looking at his anus and thinking that I couldn’t see how someone would do that, and it might hurt him when I looked up to find my mother looking at us. Even though I hadn’t done anything to him and had decided that it wasn’t appealing, I’m sure she thought that something was going on—based the.