I then slowly realized I was fantasizing more about being in the girl’s position than the guy’s.This scared me a little and often made me ashamed ...f myself, so I would try to focus more on girls and straight sex. But no matter how many times I felt embarrassed, and no matter how many times I tried to distract myself, when I was horny I kept thinking the same thing: I wanted to be face to face with that dick, I wanted to suck it, I wanted to get fucked. I was never attracted to men, neither. Julie had gone ahead and asked for the shuttle van. She spoke to them about it, and even though it was a couple dollars more, it was less cramped for head room. It held a few less people, but there were only ten of us. I, for one, was happy about it. I don’t care for stretch limos, due to the trouble of getting in and out.Their attire was appropriate in more than one sense. Both Julie and Sally were in 4-inch T-strap pumps. I have a feeling they were dancing shoes that they could ... use. The. . yesssss.. youve uh uh grown naughhhhttier choohhhh tuuhhhh”. The ecstatic boob-job was giving me the time of my life, and I kept groaning back with wild passion, “ooooohhhhh-mmmmhhhh-didi-oooohhhh-mmmmmhhhh-Anju”, till she finally said, “don’t make didi wait any longer..aaaahhhmmmmm..cum..into her..mmmmmhhh- her real her, real her chotu…” Anju-didi was speaking my mind, as it were, to which I readily obliged and let go her lovely globes of love, to explore the paradise between her legs. My. Her silky snatch squeezed down on me, gripping me. My balls tightened as I bottomed out in Anael’s cunt, watching my daughter’s firm breasts jiggle.They were small, her nipples pink and hard. Her blue bra was shoved up and over her mounds, her blouse open. She shuddered, her hands reaching up Tammy’s body to squeeze her tits. Tammy moaned, her hips wiggling and grinding on my daughter’s mouth.“That’s it!” Tammy moaned, her hands finding my daughter’s tits. She pinched Sam’s nipples. “Ooh, just.