"They wouldn't send me, though. They'd be afraid it would just make me worse." You go instead of me." I banged my head gently against the tree trunk, ...making the leaves rustle. "Maybe we could just send you on the bus and you could say you were me." They'd notice in the shower. And when I got my period."I stared at her. "I didn't know you got your period already." To be honest, I never thought of Spike as a girl.She imitated me: "I'm fifteen, for Christ's sake," and she reached up to whack my. ’ Her chanting stayed in perfect rhythm with her trim, curvaceous body’s motions forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, as his long, thick shaft slid in and out, in and out, in and out, thrusting deeply, withdrawing up to the swollen purple head, then thrusting deeply again, all the while pulsing and throbbing, throbbing and pulsing against her tight, moist inner walls. As his thrusts grew deeper and harder, and his pace more rapid, her chanting grew louder, and her emphasis on. . the married ones are the hardest to say ‘No’ to” Tyrone admitted.The older man (Jake was 40 years old) and the young black man spent the next hour talking about the ladies that had been in Tyrone’s bed ... or who were desperate to jump there.When Jake expressed the opinion that they wouldn’t be interested in him, Tyrone stunned him by saying “They are already interested ... haven’t you noticed, especially after I told them about your big white dong”.Dong was an apt description of Jake’s cock. AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENNED?It was Zeynep ... I know Zeynep for more than 10 years ... and the bar issue was a plan of ours. And I also knew that Rose would be happy to see her in our room .. I behaved as if I was carrying the bottles and I whisled Zeynep to undress and wait for me until I signal her to come to bed .Rose began to take her underwear off while remaining her position still with blindfolded eyes …I sat on the bed and kissed her ass with small bites ... no touching the hole... For.