"You DO go to Archer after all, aren't all of the girls there lesbo or something?" She smacked me on the arm, kinda hard. "I'm NOT a lesbo!" ...I laid back on my bed, laughing hard. That was an old joke between us, at least for a few years, ever since we had started high school. "So..," I said, not sure how to pursue my fantasy. She looked over at me, staring into my eyes. "What?" "Well... You know, would you WANT to do something with a guy? Like, if there was a hot guy that. She then whimpered and started to squirm. This went on for like a couple of minutes.I then grabbed the top of her hose and started working them done her legs! I left one of her pantyhose legs on and then I removed her green panties. Gawd! I was getting so hot that I could hardly wait to mount her! She had a very nice vagina with protruding lips. I could tell she was already swollen a bit.I then went down on her and buried my tongue. She smelled fresh and clean with a bit of perfume smell. She. . at the same time you’re begging him to fuck the arse off you!” Isabel blanched. Stepped back as if she had been struck. “You ... you’re ... inhuman,” she said in a low, vibrant voice. “You ... said that as if ... as if you ... really meant it...” “Oh but I do mean it,” replied Madame Vesta, “don’t you realise you’re here to be fucked by anyone who fancies you?” Isabel covered her face in her hands and burst into a fit of sobbing. “Ohh ... mfff ... oohh ... s-stop it ... mmmffff .... stop .... Just give me a call anytime. Well not after dark, I don't drive at night." You got it my friend," Peter said.Peter was on he verge of asking him for a lift to work when the phone rang. "Hello," Peter said."If you need a lift to work be out front of your apartment in ten minutes," Iva Gooding said."I would really appreciate it," Peter said. "So what do you drive?" A little blue Hyundai. Don't worry I'll recognize you," Fair enough," Peter said."Good morning," Peter said to the still plain.