“What need have we of you?” … looking for something… Like porcelain dolls made up in the finest silk wedding dresses, the two women whirl abo...t him, ever faster in their orbital dance. They seem to blur, blonde hair streaked with brown, high cheekbones and snub nose together where they never were before, a sparkling blue eye and lustrous brown. Mismatched, overmatched, tumbling, turning. One asks, “Do you remember, remember my name?” in a piping, yet mellifluous voice, while the other adds in. ..."Mia's heart missed a beat and looking deeply into his eyes asked ,"Do youmean that you can only love other boys?" Yes, my sweet, that's exactly what I mean. Are you very shocked? Can youunderstand now? Is that a terrible disappointment to you?"Mia stood up quickly, his heart pounding, blushing madly, and turnedaway, his thoughts and feelings in chaos. Perhaps there was a chance ofthe man he loved loving him back, loving him for what he was as Mia...."Mia, say something," pleaded Karl."When. All the cops acted like I was so disgusting, they didn't want to touch me or help me. After asking them multiple times, just before they closed the van door to take us to jail, they threw my jacket on the floor of the van. They made me ride naked to the county jail. I felt humiliated, scared, but turned on too.They made me march into the jail back entrance naked and dripping, hands cuffed behind me. They only gave me my jacket after they had already checked me in and cavity searched me. They. The knowledge of my excitement increased the flow of your own juices, as you felt the familiar wetness in your panties. “Marlene!” I know how much you love that sensation, and I know you feel it now as you read this. I always say that your wetness is our love and lust made manifest. Feel it now as you remember, be greedy, feel it all and don’t hold back, just let it take over your body and mind. Leaning back, my cock pressing fully into you, I stroked my hand down across your breasts, touching.