She was shocked and stammered how did i came here .i didn’t said anything and moved inside , and i saw the guys formal clothes were lying near her b...d and he was sitting sweating on her bed wearing her t shirt and her capri. i could make out that his cock was still erect and the t shirt was wet because of his sweat.probably they were right in the middle of fucking when i came and they thought it would be somebody asking for address or something and they can resume their wild carnal act again in. "What the fuck have you done to me, bitch?" he screamed."I didn't do anything to you."As Tom angrily jumped out of bed, he received possibly the biggestsurprise, or maybe surprises would be a more apt description, of hisentire life. "What in the name of holy fucking shit are these?" heexclaimed as his brain tried repeatedly to tell him what his hands hadimpossibly stopped from bouncing and jiggling about his chest."Those are breasts, Tom." replied Chuck. "They're _your_ nice firmand round,. To be quite truthful, being a superhero hadn’t left me much time for relationships, and Bridget (yes, that was her real name, one she discouraged me from using. She preferred being called ‘The Bug’, telling me that she wanted to be taken seriously as a superhero) was really the only girl I spent any time around. In some ways she was my best friend. That I’d ended up ‘boinking’ her a few times had made things a little complicated, perhaps, but not enough for me to discourage it. We got back to. I like women." "Ok," I replied. "You're not weirded out?" "Not really." "Some straight girls are. Especially when I live with them. They get the idea I'm going to peek in on them every time they get in the shower." She rolled her eyes. "It's why I don't broad cast it. And also guys feel like they've got the right to ask you all kinds of invasive questions. Girls sometimes, too," she added. "I won't do that." "You're so good about it," she enthused. "Hey, I'm pretty weird myself. Not one.