“I’m sorry, I was actually looking for a boy, but I’m glad that you aren’t a boy now,” I said.“I’m glad I’m not either, now. That happ...ens a lot, I spell my name B-i-l-l-i-e, L-e-i-g-h, and most people think B-i-l-l-y, L-e-e.“Do you realize that every girl in this class hates me right now?” Billie said with a big smile.“If you won’t laugh at me I’ll tell you something else, I was crossing my fingers, toes and legs hoping I could be your partner and I nearly pissed my pants when Ms. Maria called. She was unable to resist, she knew she was soaking wet and if he had lain her on the table in front of the whole bar she knew she would have been unable to resist.She said to Graham, ‘Let’s go home, I need it so badly.’Roger poked his cock back in his trousers and they walked out leaving their drinks unfinished. Alyson got in the back of the car with Roger and immediately undid his trousers, took them down and started playing with his cock. It was so large and rock hard, she bent down and. He was what they hadn't found in ... oh ... since puberty.For ten yeas they had been looking for a man who would take them both to wife. Jake was India Hindu. The girls were Balinese Hindi Animists Catholic ... not an unknown mix. Their mom, Nyoman, was Hindi Animist Catholic ... no harder to believe than Voudun CatholicFelix Sanchez was German, Scotch-Irish, a little bit of Italian and lot of Catalonian Spanish. He was European ... not Mexican. His ancestors fought Mexicans to free Texas.. Those times I went without the temporary feeling of a pleasurful high, never bothered me.Touching myself had always been a regular thing. Sometimes fingers would be places on my breasts, stomach and past my hips were I'd play with my parts.Not all times did touching myself result to a pleasureful release, no. In fact, sometimes it would end there. A few touches here and there and soon I've lost interest.I would become sick and tired, bored even of my own fingers touching my flesh.I wondered.