“Oh, I see how it is.” Bethany confronted her. “You see some girl who’s a little outside your comfortable suburban norm and you’re all like ...��oh, she’s some militant dyke who’s going to try and convert me’. Well forget you.” This time it was Bethany who turned away, storming off.Mollified, Tegan followed her out of the crowded room onto the back patio as Bethany lit a cigarette and leaned on the balustrade overlooking the pool. Tegan realized she had no idea whose place this was but they must. " "Oh, I'm so damn horny," Tom said. "Or you could wait down here for me, and I'd go to his room for a couple of hours, and maybe - no, probably - get a sexy story to tell you." "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum in my pants!" "It's your game, honey. I could be happy either way, but..." "Would you actually go?" "Well, you said you wanted something to happen, and now we have the opportunity. Of course, there'll be other opportunities, I guess..." "I know." He paused, thinking about what he wanted.. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSS,” was all I could say as I shot and shot and shot, what had to be, no less that ten streams of cum. Even Jay gagged and chocked as he tried to swallow it all but there was still more on his cheek and chin. I can't say I wasn’t proud of getting that reaction, giving him more cum than he could handle.“Fuck, man, when was a last time you came? You almost drowned me,” he said with some amazement but also appreciation, I think. “I was going to cum when you did but you. He was almost fainting with desire. True,he'd had a passion for lingerie since grade school (afurtive vice which both shamed and exhilarated him atdifferent times) but he'd never worn women'sunderwear in his life. Not that he could recall,anyway. There had been the dreams, of course - he'dhad them as far back as he could remember - butdreams don't mean a thing.(don't they?)No, they don't. Face burning like a storm lantern,Danny picked up the bra and removed the clear plasticwrapper. He paused,.