You're attracted to women now. You have a hunger that only pussy can quench. You know that don't you?" Meagan insisted."Yes," I said softly."Yes what?..." she barked."I'm a lesbian now," I answered back."And what do you want me to do when we get back home?" Meagan smirked."I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me as your little lesbian slut. That's what I am now. " There was a pause before I asked back, " Megan?" Yes," she smiled back."I want Maggie to fuck me too. I want to eat her pussy.. After about a minute, she leant down and wrapped those magnificent tits around it. Looking down, I could see the head of my cock was now a reddish-purple color. I told her that if she continued, I was going to shoot a load of cum all over her globes. She released my cock and stood up slowly, her tits swaying with the motion. She pulled me from the couch and led me towards her bedroom, her beautiful ass-cheeks swinging back and forth as she walked in front of me. Once there, I unbuttoned her. People that Bartlett had known since earlychildhood-Charles Mayweather, Philip Wardwell and Billy Stimpson - alllooked away as though Bartlett were a total stranger. If this were somesort of practical joke Stimpson would have been in on it, and he would belaughing. Stimpson was the son of a bitch who put Nair in the shampoo ofhis college roommate, and then told the roommate's parents that their sonwas having chemotherapy. Weeping on the phone in a mock Jamaican accent,Stimpson explained to. Was she fourteen or fifteen? Well even fourteen was only eight years younger than me, and whatever, her body was developed. Awesomely developed.I combed through her hair, down to the small of her back. Stroked back up to her wide shoulders, and down her sides, in to her waist, then out to her hips. ‘Broad hips’ might be accurate, technically, but it would give the wrong impression. ‘Feminine hips’ perhaps. Such a body.I felt a little tingle in my cock. A fresh tingle. Her pussy was active,.