‘I thought you were gay,’ she said as she drove. ‘I thought I was too. It’s a good thing you are a lesbian or we would be in trouble.’ ‘Tr...e,’ she said without further comment. We both suspected we were already in trouble. At work that day our bodies made minimal contact. We kissed as she dropped me off at home then went home. She called me about seven and asked me which channel had the shows I watched on Thursday. I told her and she said ‘Thanks, bye.’ She was again early to my house the next. Her husband wouldn’t be home for a few more hours and her house-staff was busy preparing dinner.“You are evil, Nancy,” she snickered. “What do you have in mind?” Amanda coyly asked.Nancy laughed and sarcastically replied, “You stapled our English prof’s scrotum to his desk and you have the nerve to call me evil?”Amanda giggled, “He begged me to! And what were you doing, Ms. The Pot Calling The Kettle Black?”“I was fucking his ass with a huge strap-on. And we both aced his class,” Nancy. I obeyed. He unbucked his belt, unzipped and slid down his pants and y-fronts in one motion. He stood before me, and I was eye level with his enormous fat cock. Even flaccid it was thick as a Red Bull can and about seven inches long. He was uncut, and the foreskin was thick around the hidden bulb of his glans. He took himself in his hands and peeled back the foresking to reveal a large pink glistening glans. I could smell the precum on it. The musk excited me. I took him in my mouth and tasted. ” “Well a bunch of my female friends were spending the night and having a pajama party. Most of us are either 16 or 17.” “So he comes into the living room stumbling like a fool and proceeds to go bed. None of us never really thought about it after that. Why should we care because we were also drinking as well so we were pretty much drunk ourselves.” “So my friends and I were playing all sorts of games like spin the bottle, never have I ever, and truth or dare. During our drinking games, Nate.