" Blame Sweetcakes." Sean said. "He's the one what can't keep the noise down." We had to tell them something." Yann agreed."So you told them everythin...g." I shook my head. "And you thought that was a good idea." The more, the merrier." Greedy grinned."Ok, you two. I see you're now dressing like these idiots. So you know what's going on here?" Ja." Left Angel answered. "We know." Right finished."And you know that this arrangement is at best morally bankrupt and possibly qualifies as prostitution. She knew from the age of 11 that she craved only one thing: Being a dirty girl and satisfying the lust of equally dirty men.After a lifetime of being forced to live a lie as a scrawny sissy-boy in the Ukraine, she was finally able to be the girl she knew she was. She was doing it in the United States where money flowed on the streets and where there was more than enough food and the clothes were hot, sexy and affordable and there were all the drugs any girl would need to stay floating and high. Street Fighter II was the shit..."Caleb complained, a typical indicator that he was fed up with losing toJames. They moved over to the arcade's Crazy Taxi cabinet and Calebdumped in his last two quarters for the afternoon."You figure they're dressing up as each other and taking each others'classes," Caleb continued as he drove around hitting pedestrians. "Noteven getting into why, but how? I mean, we saw Jen in gym. She lookedvery much like Jen..."James knew what he wanted to say, but. It was a merry-go-round of sex. People changing places. Cocks filling all our holes. Sometimes 3 at a time. The smell of sex hanging so heavy in the air.Hot sweaty bodies oozing cum and juice and spit. If I wasn’t sucking on a cock, or someone’s balls. I was licking his ass, or hers. Or my head buried in her cunt.Ian was on top of Teresa. I could tell from the noise he was making, he was about to cum. I had told the girls about his wonderful spunk, and we were all eager to get a taste. I put.