Too selfish. Too everything. We have a connection: an understanding. And she treats me like I'm normal. Like I matter.She props herself on one elbow. ..."You know what you were saying earlier. About the beast's motives?" Yes." What does it take to become a legend like that?"I reach out to stroke her hair from her eyes. "A story larger than life, I expect."She smiles. "Like yours then." Hardly. I'm no legend." In some ways you are. People write about you. Study you." Not for my benefit, despite. " They're way more sexually liberated than you and me. I doubt you coulddream up anything that could shock them," I said."I had thought that, too, but then in your dream, you used - I mean, Idon't want to sound judgmental, but you used a strap-on dildo on myduplicate."I hung my head low. "Yeah. I don't know where that came from."She locked eyes with me. "Do you have any idea why that might have beenthe way things went down?" Well, I know you're a lesbian. Maybe I instinctively wanted to. Her hot pussy kissed his prick-tip. Pam moaned just as that, but it wasn't enough. Even when she got her cunt in contact with the pony's rigid fuck-pole, that wasn't enough. She didn't want to just rub her pussy against the marvelous thing. She wanted his cock up her cunt!But how?Frustration began to discourage and disappoint Pam. She began to see how foolish she was. She felt slightly embarrassed by her ignorance. The damned log was cutting into her ass-flesh and the ground was hurting the. She said that she knew exactly who Carlo was and had been to his Italian restaurant several times but she’d always had the impression that he was gay. I told her that I had a dinner date with him on Thursday and that he was taking me back to his place afterwards and she made me promise to tell her everything that happened when I came to work the next day. I was promiscuous but still relatively inexperienced by her standards and every new sexual encounter that I had was an opportunity to.
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