.. and that was his dirty mouth spilling out lies once again. I've lost count on how many times I beat Donny at Mario Kart and he still whines and com...lains about me cheating. He's such a loser..."Rematch? I'm assuming..." I say with a cocky grin. "What's the fucking point? Your gonna cheat anyway." He said. "Whatever. I'm going to bed.... And you should too." I say. I get up and turn off the game. "Besides don't you have the ACT's tomorrow?" I say. "Fuck the ACT, that test can kiss my fucking. I comply and quickly fall into a rhythm of finger fucking myself and sucking deeply on your hard dick.“That's better, isn't it?” You say as you let go of my head and gently rock with my sucking. I continue slowly finger fucking myself, letting go of my inhibitions and getting into the moment. My ass is hot and I push back against my own hand, arching my back, leaning against your dick. My gag reflex has numbed and I'm working your cock against the back of my throat.You grab my hair and pull me. They were all sitting in lounge chairs while I rolled around in a mechanic's stool. While servicing their big boners I was sucking, stroking, and talking dirty.The first grrl was Robbie. S/he was a full figured African American cross dresser with long black hair and a pretty round face. Robbie was wearing a short light brown dress covered with dark brown leopard spots. The outfit came with a hat and a pair of long sexy boots. Robbie didn't have the biggest penis I had ever encountered but it. I felt my breasts in theirdeveloping state were quite prominent in the white jumpsuit, whereas in themore constructed black jumpsuit, they were given a degree of cover. Wearingthe white jumpsuit, for the first time ever, I felt like it would help towear a bra, if only for the sake of modesty.Going about my day in these jumpsuits was a little frustrating. Bathroombreaks had to be planned, and manipulating the back zipper proved to berather challenging. Of course, I couldn't go out and run any.