PUMP. PUMP. PUMP.I sprinted upstairs and there she was, spread out like the dirty whore I knew she would be. Fingering herself, and inserting an unusu...l sex toy into her anus. A longer glance later confirmed it to be a didgeridoo. She looked up with pure surprise.'Who are you?'Then she glanced at my clearly visible erection.PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP.'Oh...' She smiled widely.'Baby. I don't know who sent you here but I just love black guys...' But I wasn't listening. I hurried forward,. When he heard Pete's voice, he was relieved, and without thinking,answered in his femme voice. The instant he spoke, he inwardlycringed... *Stupid, stupid, stupid!!! How the hell am I gonna explainthis?*That's when he heard the door open. *Oh fuck, the fake rock, I'm dead!*Pete was a little pissed off when he heard another girls voice comingfrom Charlie's house, she sounded hot, and definitely wasn't hisgirlfriend... He chuckled, remembering the key in the fake rock. As heopened the door, he. Sometimes, she had lived content with no masculine foolishness to burden her with emotions that she failed to understand because she was only half human and half demon through no fault of her own.In fact, she had done her best in her earlier years to adhere to the straight and narrow when it came to carnal activities and she often prayed with the good book in her hand to conduct her actions with a sense of propriety and modest, well-behaved feminine behavior.Unfortunately, she had fallen prey. I could see uncertainty clouding her face. "We can sleep in t-shirts if we have to. Let's move in the luggage. Then we'll talk it over with Lisa."Megan's suggestion disappointed me. We were in the habit of sleeping nude together. I wasn't pleased with how this romantic getaway was turning out.We went back to the car. I opened the trunk and started carrying in bags while Megan and Lisa walked into the room. They were talking. I could just imagine what they were talking about. I knew what was.