I wouldn't go out with one, but I just love the clothes they wore. So one day I tried to get Alisa to start wearing those types of clothes.Alisa said,..."No way it would make me look like a slut or a whore. I'm neither."I'm not ashamed of Alisa and having her as my girlfriend. Alisa is a very gorgeous lady. She has long curly blonde hair that goes down to her perfect rounded ass. Alisa is 5'7" with long sexy legs. Her eyes are blue as the oceans, along with a small petite nose and those pouty. Neither noticed nor bothered about the wound on the man's chest, though the woman obviously appeared more animated as the lines got longer and more numerous. Her rubbing of her sex on the man's shaft made her and him both delirious with pleasurable anticipation.She turned her lips and kissed, licked, sucked and bit on his ears as he kissed her breasts and licked her nipples. Her wings shivered as she felt a slight tremor from down below. They exchanged kisses even more, their tongues wrestling. This particular evening I was alone in the house with my twin sister Truly. My parents were out at work or dinner or something—I couldn’t quite remember the reason—and my little brother, ten-year-old Max, was still at his overnight summer camp. My fever was at its peak. I woke up once, and I was so weak I couldn’t open my eyes. Slowly I became aware of a moaning sound from nearby. In my tiredness, it took a while for me to realize that I was listening to Truly masturbate. It was a common enough. Then she laughed. "The mental adjustment we're feeling is evidently a side effect of Heidegger's Gas. And, of course, it's not as though we have any choice about it. Is it?" Larry, being careful not to soil her clothes, slid gracefully off the wingroot and walked around to join them. "No it isn't.", she concurred offering her hand to Emily. "I'm Larry DeMille; or I used to be.", she added, shaking the blonde's hand firmly. "I think I'm going to call myself Laraine, from now on, though." Her.