”Ok, so that was deliberate. Who cares. I told myself.“What I am seeing is enough to make my day. I don’t want to see anything else” (I was so... naive those days). “Shut up, please.” And she sat straight up, which got me even more confused and aroused. She was wearing a blouse and nothing else.“I want you to tell me how this looks on me.”“Your’s looks wonderful” was what I could muster. My eyes were still fixed on her cleavage and a good portion of her boobs while wondering what color her nipples. I maintain my ground, however. I want to experience Suzanne's joy as closely as possible. With my tongue and fingers buried deep inside her during this moment, I feel closer to Suzanne than I have ever felt to anyone else.Eventually the waves subside. Reluctantly I slip my tongue from her crevice, her moist asshole slowly closing behind me. Suzanne stands and turns around. Eagerly she kisses me, her tongue exploring mine, savoring the taste of her own ass within my mouth. As my fingers idly. ”Okay, so that caused a completely different switch to flip. My brain wasn’t completely incapable of thinking. Once she had said that much then I could work out the rest.Suddenly a whole lot more things made sense. Why hadn’t I known that? Why hadn’t I figured it out? I felt so completely and utterly stupid. I’d had a total freak-out and it was all over nothing.Stupid Bec! Stupid brain! Stupid, stupid, stupid!“If a boy’s looking at a naked girl and he doesn’t get an erection, that doesn’t. His mistakes and miscues have hurt us dearly. Since 1950 our gay community has gone up thirty percent. What was his reasoning for this?" He told me that the way the girls and boys dress anymore he couldn't tell them apart. So when he thought he was shooting at a couple, it ended up being a two guys. Also he didn't understand sports very well and he saw two guys patting each other on the ass and thought that they were in love so he shot them with an arrow." What potion is he using? Is it still.