If you were worthy of being loved, then you wouldn’t be on your knees taking dicks from both ends.”The intensity of her words caught me.Suddenly, ...he was at my bed. She took my hand, still clutching my blankets to my neck, and pulled it to her. It disturbed my cover, the comforter slipping down to expose the top swell of my breasts. She brought my fingers to her lips.The fingers I was masturbating with before being interrupted.She kissed them.“I couldn’t make myself hate you because ... I. The problemis I've never had any friends to discover that sort of thing with. I'vealways been a loner and prefer my own company anyway. I always found girlsto be intimidating and considering I've been beaten up by a few in my lifeto me they really are. I do notice the pretty ones, you know, the ones thatall the media and advertising deem as worthy but as far as me dating one?That ship would never sail. Not because I don't want to, more like theywouldn't come within a million miles of me.So. My legs clamped around his head and he choked on the flood of juices my release sent squirting into his mouth. “Oh you are my good little girly aren’t you? Only girls can eat pussy that good you know,” I told my little slut. I hopped off the bed and his face to throw on my two way strap on and made his perverted dreams come true. I could tell from the smile on his face he was about as happy as he could get. “On your knees bitch!” was his order and he complied directly. With a fist full of hair. She decided rather than take the bus to her train, that she would walk to the station, the cold air might do her some good she reasoned. Instead, the more she walked the more mad and upset she got. She hadn’t gotten halfway to the station when she almost walked right into this man. She saw him at the last moment and stopped short and stood there waiting for him to make a move so they could pass. After a moment when he didn’t move she took a step to her left, just then he took a step.