That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just boo...e no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She called a taxi to her home, I followed like a dog on heat. What the hell, we would both deny it on Monday!in the cab, she teased me, rubbing my leg with her bare foot, stroking my hard. Thankfully, the one that would keep my sisters and me from public ridicule and private shame; she nodded."No. You need to say it, Adele. You need to tell me that you want this," I encouraged as soothingly as I could while trying to keep from ripping off all her clothes, bending her over the table, and fucking the daylights out of her right there. This was just so hot! I was barely able to remind my seventeen-year-old libido that I had to be the master of myself as well as my slaves.She looked. ...in the shower after drinking more of my vodka to calm mehead turning ass up shaving thinking of this gray haired black daddy about to come here and fuck me like a girlfeeling so wronh but so right at the same time wanting to feel the real deal....in secret with him woudnt be so badthats how black guy in their 50s get to meet younger sexy white boyby tricking em on the netMike had been crawling the net until he found me on a random reddit post i like of a femboy dress as Lancer he like. Shes in the tub. It all makes sense now. Except there wasn’t any water in the tub, she looked totally dry. The camera pointed down toward her, and I could see that it was on.Diana waved and gave me a slightly embarrassed smile. “Hey Joel.”I didn’t know what else to do so I meekly raised my hand and waved it back to her. “Hi. I’m a little confused.”Kyle jumped in. “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t really know how to explain it, so I thought it might be easier if you were in here. How do I say this…” He.