“You got a deal!” Bill Gruber called, and everyone began walking over to the picnic tables except me and Becky.I looked down at her. A bitchy litt...le smirk spread across her face. “Don’t worry Rubber Chicken,” she taunted. “You can just tell them you let me win because you didn’t want to hurt my feewings.” She popped a bubble of pink bubblegum, giggled, and then skipped after the guys.A second later Becky and I were sitting on opposite sides of a picnic bench. She was too short to reach across. Several white dudes took turns in giving Chloe a hard double anal fucking, while she pleasured as many of the other men as possible with her mouth. Sensing that the slutty star clearly had no limits an opportunistic black guy squeezed himself in front of the two whiteboys occupying her butthole and plunged his dark dong into her twat. “Oh fuck!” Chloe screamed in pleasure as she was filled with not one, not two, but THREE big cocks. Though already well-versed in the world of gangbangs, in. And he’s made me feel like a princess ever since.” I leaned back on my left hand, allowing the straps to slide down my arms and my tits to spring free. He moved up alongside me and gazed at them appreciably, then slid his hands around me and gave me a longer, deeper kiss than before.“You deserve to feel like a princess, Susan. I love you and I love making you feel that way.”“You’ve given me so much, Troy,” I said as my hands cupped my breasts and slowly slipped down my body to hook my thumbs. ”Tell your mom everything. Good advice for me to follow, too.It’s wrong to feel that way, is a ridiculous statement. That feels wrong, or I have a bad feeling about this, are other bits of nonsense.What’s wrong with the question, What’s wrong with me? Emotional conflicts. Your dark and light sides warring? Your conscience bothering you?Why can feeling anything, desire or something else for anyone, make you wrong?Does thinking inappropriate thoughts about your mom make you a motherfucker? Take.