She was always fantasizing about the one, the person that would take her virginity… And she always dreamed that it would be Lizzie. Yes, she was awa...e that she was lesbian. She had had a few boyfriends before, but she got bored with them so easily and girls aroused her much more. They just had a certain appeal to them, unlike guys whose breath always smelled and their armpits were hairy. Miranda wanted to be with a woman, a girl, Lizzie, rather. ‘Ok, dare me.’ Lizzie spread her legs, revealing. .. Taylor." Come on, Jack. Did you eat her pussy? I know I loved it when you ate mine." Yes, Taylor. Yes, I did." Did you like eating my pussy, Jack?" Yes, you little nympho! Of course I did! I loved it!"Then please come here and do it again!" I really want to, Taylor." Then come tonight!" I'm going out with ... Kristi ... tonight." That's fine, Jack. Give Kristi what she wants, then come here, tell me all about it, and do it to me, too." Taylor, it'll be too late." No it won't. Text me like. I smiled.“The safe word, tonight,” I said, “is Rumpelstiltskin. Can you say that, Trish?”“Mmmmph!” She replied.“No, sweetie. Rumpelstiltskin!”I commenced to slather copious amounts of lube on the head of the dong, then gingerly slid my wet hand along its length. Then I kneeled on the bed, grasping her ankles and situated my knees so that the bulbous tip of the dong rested gently on her labia. I lingered there, tapping lightly, savoring the moment, slowly and silently counting to myself up. "Touch one of my companions, and you'll spend time re-growing the hand I remove!" said Hannah sweetly as she stepped between them. "And they may never find your gonads."She added for effect, "And these aren't guns, these are rifles. Where the hell did you do your boot camp?!" Then she recited a variation of every drill sergeant's mantra. "'This is your rifle; this is your gun. This is for fighting; this is for fun.' Maybe you should just go read Battle Cry."Matthews stood at our rear watching.