Letters of Samuel Lee and Samuel Sewall relating to New England and the Indians

Raised in New England, the second child of very strict parents, Brenda had led a very sheltered life. She had only a few friends, was a good student and class valedictorian, but had never had a date all through high school. In college she was too busy studying and working, and boys just never seemed to notice her. The only time she had actually been with a man was that one night in Jamaica when she had left the other teachers aboard the cruise ship and had wandered alone onto a beach. Ricky had found her there, sitting beneath a palm tree, crying, and he had confronted her in his soft-spoken Jamaican dialect. Now as she thought about that night an the beach, her hand unconsciously went down her soft stomach and a finger caught in the curls of her triangle as she moved it quickly toward her waiting cunt. Her body ached with passion as she quickly put a finger into her hot, wet slit. "Damn them! Damn them all!" she cried aloud. Brenda was upset to think that her parents had caused her to be the way she was shy and fearful of the opposite sex ...»