“It’s so thick. The knob alone. If I had a dick like that, I’d be horny all the time too.” “I used to have a buddy in high school blow me, y...ou know,” he said, real matter of factly. “But I don’t get much head from anyone or even get to fuck, they all say I’m too big. The boys love it, though. It fits real good inside of a boy's ass. Hard to fit in my wife's pussy.” He was so hard, and I couldn’t resist reaching over. Neither of our passengers would be out for a while. I felt weird, knowing. As everyone else was seated, she looked around and realized that this weekend wasn’t going to be too bad. Everyone had arrived by boat on Friday afternoon and most of the guests had rushed to the beautiful beach to suntan and frolic in the water. Caitlin had chosen to settle into her room and then walk around the grounds. Her pale white skin was not used to the sun and, being a redhead, she was prone to burn, not tan like those blonde bimbos. It was a beautiful island with 20 small cottages. The woman on the stage, now dancing with a candle on her head, glanced at her and held her eyes as she tried to back away. * The relief that Evie felt was short-lived as she walked along the path, going past the children's rides and games. What was this burning feeling of arousal that she was experiencing towards women? Once repressed, now memories, feelings, and impressions came back to her in a wave. She remembered the time that Lia had "practice kissed" her in middle school. She remembered. "Learn to play piano, I guess." I already play some," Sandra said."Maybe you can test out of it," Richard offered."Maybe. Are you in the twelve o'clock class?" Sandra asked Emily."Yeah," Emily said."Cool, me too. I have German at eight, though. Looks like I won't be sleeping in much this year." Ouch. My earliest class is at ten," Emily said."You suck." How many languages do you know, anyway?" Emily asked."Just Italian and French." Just," Emily echoed, raising her brow. "What are you doing.