As I bent over my mini bookshelf, she stood up. I did not pay it much mind until I heard the zipping of a dress. I turned around to see her slowly rem...ving her dress. The moon was lightly showing through my curtains and I could see that she had body glitter on her body. I began to stammer: “He-Hey! W-wh-what are you doing?” She replied “Isn’t this why we are here? To have sex. Although, you will have to be gentle, since this is my first time.” I was stupefied. This girl was here, to have sex. The mind is a powerful thing, and while orientation was shown eventually to have biological roots, one could build negative association with sexual contact with one sex, in the same way that accidental sexual fetishes developed in early life from exposure. Likewise in the same way, one could build up theoretically an entire sexual attachment either to men or women from scratch by slowing building positive erotic association with the traits of maleness or femaleness respectively.In our ever. Relax. Continue.Soon, I recognized the shoreline to right during a breath that indicated I must be roughly in the middle of the cove. We had determined this was the deepest part of the cove. The barrier rocks nearly closing off the cove from the ocean were natural. The void between the two jutting lines of rock from each side curling around was just deep enough that a boat, navigated carefully, could enter without hitting any underwater rocks. That was also the location where fish life would. ”The scenario that followed was a confluence of multiple fantasies that Joel had imagined in the preceding years. As he took K Mac’s magnificent uncut cock in hand, his mouth tasted years of imaginary bliss from the phallus of his dreams. Every face-fucking Joel had watched in ecstasy, materialized in that moment of enjoyment. When K Mac finally stood up and solidly commenced face-fucking Joel, Joel welcomed the head-bashing ‘abuse’ avidly. Most pleasing to Joel was that K Mac had no erectile.