Well to keep this short I guess it's safe to say, friends talk. Unknown to me, a couple of weeks after I had given Autumn a special massage, she met B...arb in church and related her experience with me. Barb had appointment with me for a massage the following week. It was still summer and was hot and humid. She showed up on schedule, as usual, wearing a light sleeveless yellow blouse and a pair of cut-off home made jeans. She looked hot in that cool outfit. I told her to go into the massage. Though the cover was a scantily clad man, assumingly gay, she somehow felt odd picking up such a magazine. ‘It’s like I picked up a Playboy.’ She would reflect later. She opened the magazine, sliding glances around and found an article about lesbians. A whole set of vocabulary marched at her. Femme. Butch. Pride. Lauren shuddered not really understanding all of what she found. She also found that the magazine was heavily slanted in favor of the gay community instead of the balance that she. “Kenny,” Anthony said. “Kenny?” “Yeah?” Kenny replied, his eyes never leaving mine. “Come on,” Anthony said. “Let’s get some shots in before the bell.” “Okay,” Kenny said. “I’ll see you later, Samantha.” “Yeah.” I didn’t see Kenny again until lunch. We decided to walk a few laps around the track. “What happened this morning?” Kenny asked me. “I don’t know,” I said. “It was weird.” “I’ve been thinking about you ever since this morning,” he confessed. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.” He. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking.