As he made his way to his next class, Cole approached him and asked, “What’s up with you and the chick from administration?”“I’m not sure wh...t you are talking about,” replied Oscar attempting to deflect the conversation.“You know. The one that came and got Debbie during your study group,” probed Cole wanting to learn more of the details. He had heard that Oscar had nearly exploded from sexual excitement at seeing both Georgia and Debbie at the same time.“I don’t want to talk about it,” replied. “ ... am glad that you’re a girl.” She stopped thrusting momentarily to rotate her pelvis in hard grinding circles, her artificial dong stirring up Lexi’s pussy like a giant spoon in a cauldron. Babs prided herself on her dickwork. “If you were born a boy, then you’d be on top of me right now.” Lexi smiled as much from her words as her thrusts. “And I kind of enjoy this. It’s fun to play the man ... especially when there’s such a cute little filly to play with.” Lexi moaned.Babs switched back. There's no TV, no movies and no boys who aren't like 50 years old. There's a lake, if you like swimming in brown water, and there's a beach with no sun and even more bugs.My best friend Nikki and me got dragged up to that cabin every summer since we were 7 years old because our parents thought it was like the awesomest most relaxing thing ever. We rented the same two cabins right next to each along the edge of the big brown lake for two loooong boring weeks. My uncle and his kids and the family. Annette, you see, was the winner of the lottery, and as the winner she had chosen to be strapped into one of two electric chairs that were prominently placed on the raised stage in the center of the picnic ground and is the subject of a slow, erotic electrocution ritual. They had been told that there was a sixty percent chance of surviving the ordeal, and if the subject did survive, she would be rewarded with a fortune in cash and a life long fabulous job with the company in a European city of.