Thathad been the first time.Clare Nicole was sick, sick, sick, of guys. She was a lesbian and shehated guys, because of the fact a lot of times she dr...essed up to go tothe pub, some random old pervert wanted 'a quiet word' with her whichalways meant he was going to say he was a closet cross-dresser orhomosexual.Even the gender specialist at the hospital was a bit thick too. He hadasked Clare Nicole if she liked guys and she said no and his response wasbasically he didn't understand why she'd. For an hour we frosted and licked each otheralways playful and innocent. Then, when the cookies were finished, I turned to walk out of the kitchen and up to her room, but she blocked the exitforcing her arms and feet against the panels of the doorway, making an X with her body. I asked if I could slip by and she told me that I could only if I gave her the password&hellip, I started spewing out word after word&hellip,phrase after phrase, but apparently I never guessed right. Annoyed, I decided. She whipped off her tank top and cursed under her breath as she fumbled with the clasp on her bra. The ache between her legs was driving her crazy. She winced as she pulled her panties off. Her vaginal fluids had dried on the ride home and the crotch stuck to her pussy lips. Finally naked she pulled back the sheet on her bed, propped herself up with three pillows and went to work.Two fingers flew inside her. Her vagina felt as if her core temperature was 105. "So fucking hot!" she moaned. As. I pounded my cock rapidly in and out of her mouth. I was almost there. Spit and saliva drooled freely from her chin and dripped down my balls. Her tongue swirled against the bulging veins of my swollen meat each time it drove into the back of her throat. My head became light. My knees started to buckle. Every ounce of energy rushed to my groin. I felt my cock swell between her lips as cum surged through its length. I let out a deep roar. Hot cream exploded from the tip and surged against the.