We checked the ground floor stables without finding anything, but above us we could hear the sound of cawing as if crows were fighting. I went slowly ...up the stairs and peeked over at floor level. There seemed to be a cloud of ravens and crows, almost as if they were at a bird feeder, but it was still easy to distinguish the body hanging from a rope, the head twisted to the right and the face black. I couldn’t help myself. I lifted my pistol and fired two shots through the roof of the barn,. There were none of the bulging muscles of the wrestlers. But he wasn’t flabby at all. Everything was solid, there just wasn’t that much of it. It wasn’t as cute as his ass, but, then again, what was? He was detumescent. Isn’t that a lovely sounding word? When you read the classics of erotic literature, you read detumescent, rather than limp. I’m not uneducated. I may have been shallow and lazy, but I do read and I have a fine mind. Vocabulary was never a problem. Jeff was eighteen, and in what. After a bit of this i wanted another go and started pushing her head down so she could suck me off, the silly cunt di not want to do this so I had to sit up and put my cock in front of her - could see in her eyse that she was not too keen on it but what was she going to do with a cock a few inches from her mouth, no way i was moving, so in her mouth i go and i have to say she was prety good at sucking cock.Was amazing to look at her as she sucked me off, her tits were a bit sweaty and the. Sometimes I wish I could just be with women instead." My nipples hardened and my pussy grew damp. I couldn't help myself anymore. I pulled her close to me and kissed her.She kissed me back, pulling me closer to her. Then she pushed me away. "Sorry, Becky. This is wrong! You're my best friend!" And you're my dream girl." Oh my god!" She was stunned. "You're a friggin' dyke!" No, no! Not a dyke. I just, love girls, is all." I can't believe this. My best friend is a fucking lesbian!"By now, tears.