?What are you? Some kinda fag? Can?t get it hard for agirl? Are you gay? You must like cock better than pussy you fuckingqueer!?I was almost out the d...or by then and was sobbing. I went to my car andjust sat there shaking and crying. Finally I composed myself and drovehome. I went up to my room and put on a very short, nightie and read anold issue of Vogue. I finally fell asleep and when I woke the nextmorning, mom told me that Debbie had already stopped by and dropped offsome of my things and. She didn’t care at that time. She rushed to the phone and answered it. After answering she sat there only. She couldn’t go herself to him. She wanted him to call her. So she sat like that. She sat and resumed her pussy treat. This time around her bra was open so it was easier for her to reach the boobs.She got so horny that she removed her bra.Just after removing it she heard the bell. It was her lover. She went out and asked what he wanted. He asked for water. She fill a glass and went back to. Apparently they were pretty sure of themselves and stepped into the room. One of them grabbed the door and slammed it shut. "We know she's here," said the other, still talking to Kat. "Where is she?"I had my pistol up and aimed at the speakers head. "You're welcome to look but she isn't here," I told him. He didn't seem startled I was behind him. He didn't move.Both men were wearing white shirts and tan Dockers. They were both perfectly average in height and weight and had brown hair, about. ‘Panties are a nuisance, don’t you think?’ she said, smiling that wicked smile of hers as she escaped my grasp and ran up the stairs towards my room.I followed her.‘There’s not much room for two, is there?’ she said matter-of-factly, indicating my narrow bed upon which she laid. ‘Who said I wanted company?’ I repeated, laughing as I lay down next to her. Her hand reached for my neck as I kissed her yet again, my tongue exploring her mouth.My right hand cupped her cheek, gently stroking it,.