. now my heart was bounding She tries to move away from me but my grip tightens around her arm, I throw her on to the bed“Look we need to sit down a...d talk”. As I say this I notice her t shirt as moved up above her arse revealing her gorgeous bald pussy. I try to not look but she catches me as she franticly pulls it back down.“You arsehole! just let me go!” and she bolts for the door again. This time i manage to grab her with both arms use her motion to force her up against the wall. Both our. “What do you think”! He barked. Turning me around to face the wall. Without a sound the new man grabbed a fistful of my swimmers from the back. Pulled up with all the strength he could muster until my loose fitting swimmers were now jammed tight in my crack. Wrapping my cheeks as though they were painted on. On tippy toes I struggled to keep balance and then as a final gesture my new friend rammed his two largest fingers into my now moist hole. Lycra and all. “There you go”, he said. I love a. I didn’t resist and as his tongue entered my mouth I could taste the residue of my salty cum. As we continued to kiss he gently manoeuvred me around so I was standing with the back of my legs against the toilet.Instinctively I sat down, thankfully the lid was still warm from Karl sitting on it. Karl took half a step back bent down slightly, took hold of my hands and placed them either side of his hips. I could see the obvious outline of his large cock straining to be released from his tight. Theywere photographs of girls. Beautiful girls, with long tresses andvoluptuous figures.That made it okay that they had dicks, right? It was when you liked guys,that's when you were a damn queer. And these were not guys.Because some girls (like his cute cousin Marcie) had webbed toes, andthis didn't make them ducks. You wouldn't call someone who liked web-toegirls a duck fucker, would you?'Course not.He locked the door, then set the computer on the sink counter alongsidethe toilet and swivelled.