Maybe he'd understand why I break the rule and am more strongly attached to my mother. Now I'm really worried. Does this mean I'm a lesbian? Or that I...ll become one? I know I like to do it better with girls than with boys. So am I a pervert, or will all this change?"All these thoughts were running through her mind while Professor Forbes was droning on about psychology. She giggled to herself as she noticed that the zipper on his fly was partially open. He had evidently urinated just before. .." Stacy interrupted, "And that big dick! Tell him I couldn't fucking walk the next day!"Cindy shushed her friend, "Hush! Stop being such a little tramp!" Have you two been drinking this afternoon?" I asked, based on what I was hearing in the background from Stacy."Maybe a little. Stacy is making us something with orange juice."I was concerned about them drinking at such a young age, and if Stacy’s parents would notice the missing alcohol, then I remembered how much booze was in the huge bar.. She wanted to stop him dead in his tracks.But rather than impede his thrusting, her squeeze box drove him over the brink. “HOLY FUCK!” he thundered. Lance’s muscle-bound chest expanded to almost menacing dimensions as he breathed gallons of air into his lungs. The bodybuilder already cut an intimidating figure but his imminent climax made him feel bigger, stronger, harder… Jugular sized veins webbed his entire body. His massive pecs twitched. Lance’s grip on her butt tightened like a. He glanced over the side and saw that Sammi and Leon had wrapped the story. Just as he turned, a heavy body bowled him over the side and only by his quick wits did he manage to catch himself and swoop to a standing position. His attacker landed across from him, eyes twin flames, boring into him. ‘Jacob?’ Jacob Whiting stretched upward, his black cloak swirling in the breeze. The front of his button-down shirt was black with coagulating blood and his chin was slick with the dark liquid. ‘We.