That was an easy 475 miles, give or take, and we could do what we wanted to do on the way if we wished. I was not a fan of the Iron Butt and 475 miles...was a little longer than I wanted but it would put us in San Francisco the following evening with enough time to relax.We had a typical easy ride. We passed slower traffic as a group, did rest stops when needed and no one was tired as we rolled into Reno at 9:30 that evening. Granted, it was a longer day than originally planned but no one was. And she says that's because around one group we don'tlook right, and feel weird, and around one group we know it isn't right,and they're acting weird, and around both groups it would just beconfusion which to feel, maybe. And that we always knew it, inside. Butwith each other it's OK. And in that way we're a third gender, but wereally, really aren't.And she also said that it was OK because I wasn't at all her type anyway.And I asked if she meant she liked girls, and she said, "Hell NO! I. Or Robert. Not my problem any more. Just more freedom for me.Jamie convinced all of her hot female friends to skip the graduation orgy and come to my place instead. I had 50 drunk, naked, barely legal High School girls running around my house all night.I’d like to say that I fucked them all, but that would be a lie.I did ensure that every single one of them got their pussy licked, and that they ate pussy in returned.With Candace out of the way, Jamie essentially moved in with me. I didn’t know. At that point I realized that she was looking at me very hard. Her lips opened just a bit and her tongue was visible. Not overt but not retreating. She was working on the fire that was beginning to burn away the desire for junk food. I could feel my cock swelling up. I wear a thong most days just to feel a constant stretch on my glans and to have any erections let my anus know what I am thinking. My tongue was feeling thick too and clearly I was getting a lot of ideas. I just hoped that her.