Chapter 3 Returns to the main characters. This is a true story. Names have been changed, but everything is as accurate as possible. Right after high school, I started attending a religious college, with the ultimate goal of becoming a youth pastor. Two years in, I lost my faith, dropped out, and moved back home with my parents. Losing my faith didn’t mean I had any experience with the ways of the world, though. At the age of 20, I had never had any drugs or alcohol, and had never been past second base with a girl. This lack of experience or prospects, especially romantically and sexually, put me in a pretty dark place. All my high school friends had moved away, gone to college, or even shunned me for my apostasy. My parents didn’t really seem too happy with me either, and would never shy away from the chance to remind me that I was “backslidden” and needed to “get back into church and follow my calling”. It never caught on. Still, I hardcore tried as best as I could to keep the peace with them. I wasn’t a Christian any more, but I also didn’t just flip into militant atheist asshole either. I was only working part time, so I did as much as I could to help my parents, and pornstar it’s not like I had a social life either. My 21st birthday came and went with little fanfare. My parents were staunch teetotalers, so the only alcohol I had was in secret, and for the very first time, I got drunk, alone in my bedroom. I cried myself to sleep, wishing I had a girlfriend, or any close friends at all. Eventually, I decided enough was enough, and that I wanted to get laid, even if I had to turn to a professional. I knew that I didn’t want to just cruise down to the nearest corner and pick up a hooker; it needed to be more private than that, as silly as it sounds. I asked around online, and was recommended a place about an hour and a half away; A little “massage parlor” called “Silver Crescent Massage”. I thought and planned for months, biding my time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to come, when I could slip away from the watch of my nosy and overbearing parents to pay a visit to Silver Crescent. I tell her to just stand there and I will get her some help. Cindy finished drawing the final line and put the chalk away in her pocket. "Look at your hand." That was a little tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. “I never met a meat girl before,” Tom said, his hands still at his side. Before you die I may even let you cum!” he rubbed her clit fiercely, abruptly pinching her nerve bundle between pornstar his fingers and then rubbing so firmly that she felt herself nearing the flood of orgasm. She mounted her palms on the walls of the hardcore shower. I’ve been a bad girl.” He was young and strong so his heavy looking hard-on stood proudly, angled slightly toward the ceiling. She is like a sister to me, I can't stand you being mad at her," I pleaded, grabbing her hands. “Thank you, Lord, for sending these creatures to us.” “I’m sure,” Stephanie said while wiping her legs.
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