However, after Bea had reached puberty, it didn’t take long for her to realize that there was actually a silver lining to her “nightly bed-wetting cloud.” And that silver lining was that, late a night under her bed-covers, Bea could go ahead and masturbate herself to all the squirting and gushing orgasms that she wanted, without ever arousing the suspicions of her mother or her older sister the next morning, should either of them happen to notice the large soaked area in the middle of Bea’s mattress. They would both naturally assume that the wetness on the sheets was nothing more than Bea’s urine.
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Some Final Thoughts:
Congratulations. You have just finished reading what I consider to be the most-likely scenario in regards to Freddy’s background and his intentions towards me, when he took my virginity that day in the bathroom so many decades ago. And yes, I am well aware that, throughout this story, I have chosen to give Freddy the benefit of the doubt, and that I could in fact be completely wrong about him. For instance, it is possible that I may not have been the very first girl that Freddy ever fucked. Freddy also might have actually intended to rape me and take my virginity when he first cornered me in that small bathroom that Sunday afternoon. But I seriously doubt that to be the case, judging from the way that things took place between us that day.
You should also know that despite Freddy’s verbal threat at the very beginning of our sexual encounter, it was obvious to me throughout the rest of our sex session together that Freddy really liked me a lot, and that he didn’t intend to physically harm me. In other words, even though I didn’t fully understand why Freddy was doing the various sexually-related things that he was doing to me, I have to confess that I felt safe enough with him doing them to me–even after he started rubbing his bare “thing” back and forth against mine (fucking me).
However, in the grand scope of things, none of that really mattered. The only thing that truly mattered to me afterwards was that I had ended up thoroughly enjoying the sex itself. And I’m pretty sure the only thing that really mattered to Freddy afterwards was that he had successfully managed to get his rocks off inside my baby-making hole.
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