We paused and looked at each other following the kiss."That wasn't so bad was it?" she asked"no, it was nice, but I don't think I'm gay" I replied "Yo...u don't have to be" she saidAs our lips met again and again. I had kissed a few boys and never did it feel the way it felt when I kissed Wendy. I could almost feel her love for me in her kisses. And when I kissed her back I tried to match the passion of her kisses as I became more horny. We flickered our tongues together as she put her arm around. For that very same moment I walked out I was nearly suffocated by soft fleshy pillows belonging to my c***dhood friend, Shelby Marx. She had gotten surprised when I walked out the door and had turned around the greet me, only to slip and fall forward a little, causing her almost double D sized breasts to kill me. When she apologized she noticed that I was holding the drumsticks that my dad had given me and she remembered the day I had yelled at her saying I would never play the drums again. She. What was significant was seeing how four or five people in the building emitted much greater levels of energy than the others, almost as if they were somehow generating the pickle field.Feeling rather safe from the stair and ladder handicapped pickles, I decided to test this theory and attempt to knock out the nearest pickle emitter to see if the others around him were affected. The pickles below me were quite agitated by my sudden telepathic burst, but besides causing a temporary shortage of. While walking into the shop I adjusted my boobs to make sure they would bounce the right way when I walked. I wasn’t wearing a bra and the white summer dress showed off enough cleavage and a lot of my thighs. I stood by the drink fridge with the door open making sure the cool air made my nipples go hard and just as the two men entered I turned towards them. I was about to say hello when the taller of them turned and kissed the other on the cheek while taking his hand in his. They were gay..