He would probably lick and finger her rear passage, was that OK? It was. They would kiss passionately, open mouths lots of tongue, she would wank him..., hold his balls, suck his rod kneeling in front of him or any way he wanted, she would massage his cock with her feet and breasts if he wanted and anything else he thought appropriate. If he chose to he would cum on her face, or tits or any other part of her body but probably between the legs. She would get on top of him and ride his dick. Did. From her description of the victim, she believed that it was the beautiful medical student from the State of Washington. Bulletins from the FBI were circulated all across Canada. Gladys swore that the pretty girl was alive where she was dropped off at some man's shanty. She didn't recall the person's name, even if it were spoken. All she knew was the lady's name was Cynthia something or other. Which lined up perfectly from the literature she read at the office that the girl's name was Cynthia. I admit having thought about it; I think most girls do. I had masturbated to pictures of women in my brother's Playboys, but never saw myself actually having lesbian sex.I liked boys. Or thought I did. My first boyfriend, Jock, owned a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and I think I was more in love with that bike than Jock. I rode everywhere with him on the back of it, but would never take the controls. I didn't want to look like a dyke. Anyway, I married Jock and we had a couple of good years. I don't know how I just managed to climax in that girl’s esophagus, but I gave up trying to understand the logic of the predicament I'm in, so I don't care anymore. I don't know how or why I'm r****g this girl, but I went too deep to turn back now. I'm just going to enjoy myself now, & deal with the consequences of prison later. I then untie her legs. I thought she would start kicking me, but she didn’t. It was official, she wants it!“Ok bitch, I’m going to fill your pussy now. Spread them!” I.