No. No you're not going to fuck me. This is a houseof dykes now Kevin." I looked back at Marshe for support.And she was making this unhappy grimace. "...Yeah.... see about that." What..." I figured the lesbian thing was going to work. I know *I* like theladies at least, and Kevin sure does.. but something kind of becameapparent while you were transforming."I looked back and forth like an anxious squirrel. "What became apparentMarshe?"She looked at me sadly, then reached out and grabbed my butt,. "Arousal isn't subject to logic, right? One of my friends can only get off in the back of a car. Another needs the lights out. Okay, and our mutual friend Dennis does something sick with ankles. Anyway, you can't judge. Everyone has secrets. One of mine is confessing to masturbation. I don't know why it is. There's no masturbation shame in our family. Nothing. Still, telling Michael that I had been strumming my clit with my fingers a few hours ago was enough. That and the current strumming it. ’ ‘Wait, there’s a little more,’ reaching back again, he retrieved a grocery bag and, from inside, pulled out a red scrunchy. ‘Turn your head.’ When she did, he gathered her hair and bound it into a ponytail. ‘Now put this on,’ handing her his Yankees baseball cap. Faith slid her ponytail through the hole in the back and pulled the cap gently over her forehead. ‘How’s it feel? Is it bothering your stitches?’ ‘No, it’s loose enough so it doesn’t rub.’ ‘Okay, now try these on.’ Bill removed the. What followed was almost two hours of being bent over and power fucked, bitten and scratched, getting her hair pulled until she was worn out and covered in her own squirt and filled with his cum. Now, it was morning and they were going at it again. She had found the vibrator in his dresser and asked him about it, then, after some kinky talking she finally ended up using it on him. Chris was deep inside of her, her dark, tan legs wrapped around his waist. Her jet black hair was a mess of.