AS she was struggling to get free, one lad got a firm grip on her arm and led her away from the table, and before she realised it, he was leading her ...up the stairs. She was so relieved to be free from all the groping hands and probing fingers, that she gladly let him take her into one of the bedrooms. He laid her on the bed, and got on top of her. By now of course, she was turned on by what she had done, and the appreciation shown to her by all the lads; she says she willingly let him peel off. The dog, which was a family pet and a big one, was, I think, a cross between an Alsatian and a Labrador, and always got excited when we were petting, the dog sniffing and poking his nose up our legs and crutches and usually getting aroused, especially when sniffing Carol, who never seemed to mind what he did, even when he licked her pussy, or got up to, but I always found him a bit of a nuisance. She'd often, when we'd finished having fun and wanking me off, play with the dog, touching his. "Would you say that's a fair assessment?" Yes, most definitely. Don't get me wrong, I don't like to pass judgment on what people read or like, but to me the socially unacceptable morays of rape and torture are a big turn off. I can't get over the idea that they are just wrong on a higher level and degrading to the people involved. And for me, that kills any arousal that might come about," I said. "By the way, what did you think?" Think about what?" Natalie said, looking up."The stories about. Ben and I were talking about this just before you came in. He's nervous, too, but agrees with me that it needs to be discussed." Jeez, mom," said Beth impatiently, "can we just get on with it then?" Look," started Sara, "all four of us have crossed a line that no one is supposed to cross. But we have done it and now it is time to get it out in the open and decide if we are going to stay on this side of the line or go back and end it here. I know you girls have been at least experimenting with.