"Janet didn't take it well," Patty said. "As you can see. She didn't mean to offend."Miranda wasn't sure what she should be offended about. Even thoug... this should be the last place any confusion would exist about her, there might be some lingering misunderstanding here, so she decided to clear the air."I'm not offended. I'm also not a Futa. Either kind. The real ones are born with working male and female genitals. Then there are those who have it done cosmetically." She was going to go on with. Charlotte was nodding along, but she kept her knees carefully shut. Her pussy was very wet, and she was terrified of her friends finding out how much it was turning her on to talk about the rapes in the park. She didn't feel sorry for the girl who was raped. She wanted to be that girl.That night, she went home and jilled herself to sleep, fantasizing about being raped in Pioneer Park, about being used by gangs and drug dealers, about being fucked beyond the limits of her body.The thought. My immediate reaction was that this man was either fabulously rich or in some sort of costume.For a moment, all I could do was to stare in incredulity, but I quickly woke up and said, "Yes, Sir, what may I do for you?"The man said, "Well, the first thing you can do for me, Mr. Brinkley, is to invite me in out of the sun. This suit was never made to face this kind of hot weather."Hot weather!? My God, it was only 85° F, and any Arizonian would consider that pleasantly cool! Nevertheless, I did. Obviouslysomeone had been having quite a large amount of sex on it veryrecently. James' bed. James didn't say anything. The male in the room tried to smileand be friendly, but James ignored him as she picked up her guitar.Time to move. The bitch had been fucking on her bed! Had she done itbefore? James stormed from the room, possessions in hand. She rapidlyreturned to the open door of Mallory's room and dumped her stuff on the unoccupied bed. The rest of the move went swiftly. Mallory took a.