“Do you remember all those conversations we had about consent?”“Sure.”“This puts me on the other side of the whole acquiescence versus true ...consent issue, and I feel like I’m being forced into something.”“You don’t want her?”“It’s more complicated than that,” I replied. “Yes, I’m attracted to her physically, but that hasn’t been sufficient for a long time. There needs to be more, even if it’s just having spent some time together. Heck, the girl I met on the plane would be a viable candidate,. I mean, she was following female style. It was a curiousity to me, this business of women stepping out of the shower and waltzing around in nothing but a towel. The greatest mystery, however, was how they managed to keep the towel from just falling off. What happened to gravity? Whip it around, a quick little knot tucked between their breasts. Even the anatomy wasn't that vital. I remembered Janine joining the post-shower parade long before she even had tits.Even more distinct was the memory of. ”They stopped the car, and I stepped out. I walked a bit away from the road and out of the possible sight. I pushed my jeans and my pantie down and crouched. I had hardly got up when someone grabbed me from behind.I had no time to pull my panties and jeans back up. They were wrapped around my ankles, and my pussy hung bare.“Guys, what are you doing?” I screamed as my companions picked me up in their arms and carried me to the car.“It’s easy to understand, love. My boys and I are hungry. Our. Reaching the top of her leg, he softly licked first one swollen lip, and then the other – carefully avoiding her clit. She was smooth and warm and holy fuck so WET. He slipped his finger inside her sweet folds, feeling her muscles clench around him pulling his finger deeper inside. Oh, how he loved to be on his knees licking praise to this glorious pussy. He sucked on her lips, gently tugging them while swirling his tongue around the outside of her clit while stroking her pussy from the inside..