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  • She looked right at me for what seemed like an eternity while I, as nonchalantly as I could, patted myself down with another towel. When I looked up at her I saw she had simultaneously crossed her legs, put a hand over her eyes and turned away. "What's wrong?" I asked in my most innocent voice. "N-nothing, I just… I wasn't expecting… that…" muscular she stayed still with her head turned away. Now it was time to play my ace card. "Oh… I'm sorry, I didn't think… wow, if I'd known you'd be so disgusted by me getting out the shower I would've given you gaysex a warning," I said in a semi-bitchy and semi-hurt kind of way. "Disgusted? No! You don't disgust me, far from it. I was just surprised, I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to offend you," she offered in a semi-apologetic, semi-pleading kind of way. Pouting a little I said, "It's alright, just stop covering your eyes and look at me." "Why do you want me to look at you?" "It's not that I want you assfucking to look at me," I lied. "I just gay don't want you to hide your eyes from me like I'm some kind of weirdo." "Oh… right," she couldn't really do anything but agree and slowly turned to face me while uncovering her eyes. "See," I said dropping a hip like a glamour model. "Nothing to be scared of," I laughed a little nervously and I turned away and carried on drying myself. I tried to make it look like I wasn't watching her watch me or like I was showing off for her. Instead, I just carried on like she wasn't there but still kept half an eye on her. "You're so pretty," Sally uttered. I could see that she was mainly looking at the floor but also glancing up like she was daring herself to look at me. "Aww thank you, too bad no one else seems to think so," I said with a hint of regret in my voice. "No, I don't believe that," she said shaking her head. This was going exactly like I'd hoped a few seconds ago in the shower! I finished rubbing the water from my body and gently patted my damp hair. Normally by now, I would have wrapped up, but this wasn't a time for covering up, I was enjoying the attention far too much for that but, eventually, I had to put something on. So I walked across to my robe. For no particular reason I chose the smaller robe I have, it's white stud and fluffy with long sleeves but only just covers my bum by about two inches. "I can't believe a boy hasn't snapped you up yet," she continued as she followed me out of the bathroom and back towards the living room. "Ha-ha, I wouldn't let a boy snap me up," I laughed gently. "I'm a lesbian!" "Oh… oh, I'm sorry Faye, I didn't know," she apologised. "I'm surprised my mum never mentioned it to you," I lied again (I do that a lot, huh?) We take time to dry each muscular other off before finally leaving the bathroom. You are in sexual torment, wanting to scream gaysex touch me damn you but you gay know if you do, I'll slow down even more. When John finished the tattoo he cleaned her leg, took a picture of it with his phone, showed it to Holly and then put a bandage over it and gave both her and Roger specific instructions how to take care of it. They’d already seen most of my pussy so I may as well show them the lot. Take me. Do me from behind,” Tali beckoned. She had never felt so helpless and out of control at the same time But I wasn’t paying attention to her, only to the man who was using her as an extension of his cock, pushing its tip into my ass. “Yeah, do it, Chuck!” Stacy encouraged. Lissa can only look at Kraurem with a face of true repentance. Her room faced the backyard and the back porch light was just outside her window filling her room stud with a soft, warm glow. “I’m doing great Doc. She had a sweet assfucking smell about her, something flowery and delicious. I was nervous but within seconds he exploded. The events never happened and are only a product of my sometimes vivid imagination. Gives them these expectations of women that are horribly skewed, and reduces the women to... things, empty stereotypes. It’s so much better to get fucked on the hood, the support on the edge to grab my hands, the slanting hood to rest my back, I spread my legs for deeper penetration, couple of orgasms later, I lifted them over and rested them on his shoulders, If felt so good….
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