Why wouldn’t I be cool with you being a dike? No! No, no, no! I mean… uh… wait… Why wouldn’t I be cool with you being a lesbo? Noooo, that w...asn’t right. Um… Yeah, Sis, I’m cool with it.” She laughed and kissed me on the forehead. She had kissed me before, but this time I got a tingle down my spine. I don’t know why; it wasn’t like she kissed me on the lips or anything. I tried not to let it dwell on my mind, but when I went to bed that night, I started thinking about the friends she had. I stop deep inside of you and say can you feel how you make my cock throbbing, and then I give you a deep thrust and stop, how hard you make me another deep thrust then stop, and how good it feels to have your pussy wrapped around me and another deep thrust and then stop. I see you look you at me with those eyes like please fuck me please give it to me. And I almost break and lose it right then and there but I stop and look at you with a smile knowing that I am teasing the fuck out of you. I. I stayed in my seat, watching them. I felt detached, as if I was watching what happened on TV and something else drew part of my attention away. Whatever I felt or sensed; no one else seemed to.I stood up, to go down and take a closer look at the model, but for whatever reason, Dalton’s suggestion came to mind, “It’s possible you could run into different effects imbued into objects.”I looked over the crowd. No one looked out of place. Nothing they wore or held looked odd. I really had no idea. He did not yet release her hand, but continued to pull her closer to him, intensifyingthe terrible suffocation of her fragile wrist bone. She did not want to resist,but could not help herself because of the agonizing tension on her hand. Still,he pulled her stronger than she could hold back, and soon, her face was a merefinger tips length away from his swelling sex. It grew harder and angrier,the closer she got to it. Finally, it was at full force, thick, veiny and wantingto hurt her. She was.