It took a moment for Charles to pick up on something that John had just said. “All the Lionesses?” he asked sharply, narrowing his eyes as he glan...ed at his fiancée.John downed his drink, then looked his oldest friend in the eye. “I’ve never slept with Lynette,” he said adamantly. “We had a platonic kiss ... once ... but there’s absolutely nothing going on between us. There never has been.”“He didn’t even slip her the tongue,” Alyssa interjected helpfully.Charles looked at her in surprise, then. I had sent it to me. From work, I sent a cartoon I'd been given - a rather racy cartoon with a TG theme. Oh, well. Try to calm down. Open the browser and head for Fictionmania. To click new stories in the past day.Curious. No new stories. Okay, check the past 2 days. Still nothing. What's up? Is Mindy out of town again? Let's try the past 3 days. Oh, good. Here's one - Story 2000.Still more curious. The write-up is kind of sparse, no listed author, no reviews, and the only category is magical. ”What had started as a casual afternoon shopping in Amsterdam had turned into something very different as I found myself arching repeatedly, reacting in the most lustful way to being publicly sodomized knowing all these people were staring at my open bum hole being stretched and filled by Lieke’s fantastic cock and I wanted my bum and pussy to be used completely. What a story I would have for my lesbian friends when I returned home.At that instant, my entire being erupted in the most delicious. “She’s the teacher. She should have controlled herself. I think we really have all we need from Stacie.”“Why did you even bring me in here?” I demanded. “You had the damned tape. You didn’t need me. Unless you were trying to find something else to bury her with.”The guidance counselor looked down.“Futa, you better moderate your tone,” growled the vice president, her voice a throaty contralto. “You are about to talk yourself into a whole lot of trouble.”“We just wanted to know how bad the abuse.