Heather made the introductions. “Jane, John,” she said, addressing us, “meet Stephen, James, and Valerie.”Heather had told us that she would b...e introducing us as Jane Doe and John Doe. She was telling her friends that we were both being blackmailed as a result of some unspecified really horrible thing we had done. If her friends knew we were there willingly, it would spoil everything, and her friends would be more willing to take advantage of us if they thought we were rotten people. Also, she. Her virginity mesmerizing. Her fascination, fascinating. She looked back up at me. I shook my head. It said, ‘Yes’ as I smiled at her. Gradually, lost in the enchantment of naked manhood, she knelt down in front of me. There, eye-to-eye with her quarry, she handled it gently, studying it, toying with it before slowly mouthing it. The saltiness that mowing and bicycling had emitted didn’t put her off. She merely tongued it and tasted it before engulfing it like the proverbial man crawling out of. He withdrew and shifted position. Suddenly realising his intent, Jenny had attempted to protest but lacked the energy to do so. Ashamed to yield her anal virginity to another man, her body had exploded as his penis passed through the outer defences and lodged within her humid depths. Rocking slowly back and forth, he gained ground until his entire length was ensconced. Her sphincter had felt aflame, but as he drove his cock into her stretched sheath, she'd pressed back against his urgent. ...Wait who are you?"Not knowing what else to say I just said, "It's me, JT." "What the fuuh, how come you look like a chick?" "It's for a class I'm taking. Leave me alone." Actually it was kinda fora class but he wouldn't understand. "What the hell kind of class is this, Faggot 101?" "I said leave me alone, get out of here!" "Hell no, it's my room too. You get out if you want privacy!" I really didn't have much choice so I turned around and headed out."Don't forget your purse, faggot!".