He’s wonderful and doesn’t even know it. He’s been kicked in the balls by a divorce, but now I am here to kiss him all over and make it better. — It was my eighteenth birthday, and I knew exactly what I wanted. No, not tattoos, I had those. Dick was on my mind. I woke up with a wet pussy, and it was all I could do not to masturbate. I had been fantasizing about sleeping with my track coach, Mr. Bradley, for over a year, and now I was finally legal…