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her knees, but Sienna told her she looked super in it. She felt very nervous about wearing skirts or dresses after the attack by Roy, but tonight was different. Tonight she wasn’t going out in public. She was going to Troy and Trey’s house. Nobody would see her except them. The thought of them seeing her reminded her of her smoothly shaven pussy. Doing what Troy wanted, she had removed her pubic hair. At first it had felt funny, but now she was getting used to the smooth feel. In their defense, it would be easier to lick and kiss her down there if the area wasn’t covered in hair. The thought of them licking and kissing her pussy had her clitoris throbbing. Easy, girl, she chastised her wayward clit. The night was young, and she was already wanting to get them in bed. It struck her anew how safe she felt with them. Taking a cleansing breath, she knew she could do this. They were a balm to her inner wounds.
Picking up her old habit, she started rolling up the sleeve of her thin, white blouse. The sight of pink, puckered scar tissue on her left arm had her chiding herself and rolling her sleeve back down. She used to love to roll her sleeves back, but that was no longer an option. The scar tissue on her left arm looked bad enough to scare off small children. The cuts had been too jagged for the doctors to stitch up smoothly. Sighing softly, she knew it already looked better, but to her it still looked bad. Until she could accept the scar, she’d just wear long sleeves.
Sienna’s parents had been a real blessing. Without hesitation they had paid the best surgeon to fix her broken nose. Looking in the mirror, she ran a finger down its length. Not even a small bump to give away what had happened. One day, when she became a parent, she wanted to act like Sienna’s parents —ki nd, loving, and caring. She wanted to be nothing like her cold, uncaring parents who only cared about saving money to the extreme that they didn’t buy presents, ever. Hell, they wouldn’t even go out to eat on their anniversary. From the looks of them, you’d never know they were quite wealthy. No, she would never be like her parents. When she had a child, she would love it wholeheartedly. She would never treat it as an unwanted expense.
Shaking off thoughts of her cold, selfish parents, she gave herself another once-over in the mirror. The black skirt did look cute with its two inch split on the right thigh. It showed a little skin, but not too much. Her silky, white blouse hugged her breasts nicely and dipped in at the waist before flaring out slightly and stopping a few inches below the waistband of her skirt. Strappy three-inch heels adorned her feet, showing off dark red toenails. She’d applied light makeup and brushed her brown hair till it shone, letting it fall around her shoulders in soft waves.
Knowing she had done all she could do, and thinking she didn’t look too bad at all, Branda headed to the living room. She jumped when the doorbell rang. Looking at the clock, she saw it was ten minutes to eight. They were a little early, but she didn’t mind. Might as well get this over with. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Would they make love to her? If so, how would it feel? Would a wet hole make a lot of difference? Sex had been painful before. Would they stop if she asked them to? Yes, she knew they would. That thought settled her nervous stomach. They were good guys. Everything would be all right.
After opening the door, she was rewarded with a heart-melting smile from both men. Green sparks shone in their eyes, showing her just how much they wanted her.
From his expression, she could tell Trey was the one wearing the tan, formfitting, long-sleeved shirt. His eyes scorched her as they roved down her body, slowing at every curve to take it all in.
The left corner of Troy’s lips curled when he was turned on. It was a very promising grin. He was wearing a shirt similar to Trey’s, but in dark brown. Their shirts
Picking up her old habit, she started rolling up the sleeve of her thin, white blouse. The sight of pink, puckered scar tissue on her left arm had her chiding herself and rolling her sleeve back down. She used to love to roll her sleeves back, but that was no longer an option. The scar tissue on her left arm looked bad enough to scare off small children. The cuts had been too jagged for the doctors to stitch up smoothly. Sighing softly, she knew it already looked better, but to her it still looked bad. Until she could accept the scar, she’d just wear long sleeves.
Sienna’s parents had been a real blessing. Without hesitation they had paid the best surgeon to fix her broken nose. Looking in the mirror, she ran a finger down its length. Not even a small bump to give away what had happened. One day, when she became a parent, she wanted to act like Sienna’s parents —ki nd, loving, and caring. She wanted to be nothing like her cold, uncaring parents who only cared about saving money to the extreme that they didn’t buy presents, ever. Hell, they wouldn’t even go out to eat on their anniversary. From the looks of them, you’d never know they were quite wealthy. No, she would never be like her parents. When she had a child, she would love it wholeheartedly. She would never treat it as an unwanted expense.
Shaking off thoughts of her cold, selfish parents, she gave herself another once-over in the mirror. The black skirt did look cute with its two inch split on the right thigh. It showed a little skin, but not too much. Her silky, white blouse hugged her breasts nicely and dipped in at the waist before flaring out slightly and stopping a few inches below the waistband of her skirt. Strappy three-inch heels adorned her feet, showing off dark red toenails. She’d applied light makeup and brushed her brown hair till it shone, letting it fall around her shoulders in soft waves.
Knowing she had done all she could do, and thinking she didn’t look too bad at all, Branda headed to the living room. She jumped when the doorbell rang. Looking at the clock, she saw it was ten minutes to eight. They were a little early, but she didn’t mind. Might as well get this over with. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Would they make love to her? If so, how would it feel? Would a wet hole make a lot of difference? Sex had been painful before. Would they stop if she asked them to? Yes, she knew they would. That thought settled her nervous stomach. They were good guys. Everything would be all right.
After opening the door, she was rewarded with a heart-melting smile from both men. Green sparks shone in their eyes, showing her just how much they wanted her.
From his expression, she could tell Trey was the one wearing the tan, formfitting, long-sleeved shirt. His eyes scorched her as they roved down her body, slowing at every curve to take it all in.
The left corner of Troy’s lips curled when he was turned on. It was a very promising grin. He was wearing a shirt similar to Trey’s, but in dark brown. Their shirts
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