I spilt the wine because I balanced the glass on my leg for a moment. I lost my balance, and whoosh. The wine glass fell over and the red wine stained the dress. I was tipsy anyway and didn’t even think to try to wash the wine out. So, it was my fault. Emma pulls me along behind her as we go upstairs to the bedroom. Our bedroom. We are lovers but Emma isn’t the easiest person to live with. She is short tempered for starters. Hence she flew off the handle over a little thing like a spoilt dress. OK, it is her favourite. Nevertheless, does it justify this? Really? I am led by the wrist like a naughty child but I am in my thirties. Once in the bedroom Emma drags me over to the bed where she sits down. Next thing I know she pulls me down across her lap. My nightie is yanked upwards. “Lift up, girl,” Emma orders. I raise my tummy and the nightie is pulled up to well above my waist. I’m not wearing any knickers but they would have been pulled down anyway. Emma’s hand rubs my bottom in. With the two guys from yesterday, she had fucked exactly one-hundred guys. It didn't help when the first thing her eyes focused on was her birthday balloon in the corner, starting to shrivel and droop, but the "Happy 14th Birthday" was still obvious.It wasn't intentional, but she was addicted to sex, her body craved it. Place her around a guy or guys, and somehow the situation always turned to sex. She was lucky that she hadn't caught anything, yet. As far a pregnancy, her mom had put her on birth control when she was twelve, no questions asked. None needed to be asked, as her mom was thirteen years her senior, and her grandmother just celebrated her 40th birthday earlier this year. Apparently a strong libido ran through the girls in her family. She didn't know who her father was, but she guessed he was tall and skinny. It would only make sense, given Alicia's 5'11 height and waif-like build, as compared to her mother's shorter 5'2. Everything else though was directly from her mom..
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