I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong.“Go! Get the fuck out!” she said one day as I brought her usual cappuccino.I took a few steps backw...ard and decided to risk her wrath. “Please, Ms. J, is there something I am not doing or doing wrong? I am trying to meet your expectations.”If she had had heat vision, she would have burnt me to a crisp. “If it weren’t for you, I would be doing my work. Thanks to you I’m stuck here instead of at the library where I need to be. There’s nothing you can do. She is a constant turn-on to me. My big brownish banana stands to salute her hot performances for me.Invitation to intimacies between best female friends for Stella Maris"Tell me honestly hottie, do you long to make love with Marina more than just getting off together?Tell me your secret fantasies about lezzie loving. Do you dream of a closer encounter with her?"Stella Maris swallows a few times. In silence she seems to consider how honest she dares to be."I'd love to try more. I'm still shy. They haven't grown up as a girl with a girl's body and hormones. Okay, going down on a boy is explainable, sort of, to a gay boy, but that's about it.Boys do ask questions, though. I've gotten questions about what it's like to wear a skirt or dress. The trouble is, if you know, you don't have to ask. Years later I met a guy who wore a kilt (and no, I'm not saying what's worn under a kilt; nothing was worn, it was as good as new). A kilt is a skirt, but of heavier material, at least for the guy,. Oh god its so good....so hot.....ohhhhhhh... .hurts...hurts....so...fucking good..deeeeep! Oh god! oh god!", and her hips begin hunching, rolling furiously as she begs, "Fuck me boy, don't stop, fuck me more, oh god make him fuck me". Then as she squeezes his knot he lurches into her, hunches forcefully and then begins jack hammering her again as she reaches up and holds his deep chest and tries to hug him tightly as his dick pistons in his hot dog cum and it leaks from around his knot to.