He turned his stereoon, blasting Muse, and crashed onto his bed. He buried his face in thepillow and cried. He tried his hardest to wish it all away. ...Prayed thatit was all a dream and he would wake up shortly. Yet Stockholm Syndromecontinued to course through his body.He didn't wake up, he was not dreaming and he lay in bed crying for awhile until there were no tears left. He didn't want to face another dayat school. He didn't think he could return knowing that everyone had seenhim on his. As he shuffled past the little TV table lined with rows of white powder and into the bathroom, his guts grew sicker.By the time he reached the ensuite he was already rearing back. Then without any other warning, he projectile vomited up the wall and over the sink, demarcating a clear line across the room from the sink to the doorway. After this momentary lapse in bodily control, the pounding headache and queasy guts forced him to his knees.Suddenly the shower curtain was thrown open to reveal. It was a hot sight. My cock was hard. I reached out, fondling the whore's ass. I loved watching two women kiss. Reina's hands were working up and down the whore's body, unbuttoning her dress. It fell in a pile around the whore's feet, exposing her lacy chemise hugging the curves of her body.“Mmm, wasn't that nice?” Reina asked, pulling the half-naked whore to the bed.“I...I don't know. This is wrong.”“So's being a whore,” laughed Queenie, spreading her thighs. Her shaved pussy glistened.“You. I broke from her kiss and kissed the side of her neck and ear, pulling her in closer to me. As she pulled back, our eyes met again and we went back in for another kiss. I thought that for her first lesbian encounter she was very good, I was getting aroused and wet between my legs. I grabbed her ass as I felt her hands nearing my breast.The passion was intense. My pussy tingled, the butterflies were swirling and all I wanted to do was start taking off her clothes. We decided it was best to.