"I'd just like a drink of water and to use your phone to call a ride,"Wendy explained, declining to take the well-manicured hand offered toher."I'm ha...py to wait outside on the stoop," she added."Nonsense. I'll not hear of it. Come into the drawing room and getwarm. I'll get you a drink and bring you the phone," Stephan tookWendy's hand in his.His flesh felt cool and smooth and she felt a slight tingle ofelectricity which both scared and excited her. She studied his featuresin the gloom and. . how ... ow ... ouch! Wait, could this feel so good when ... it hurts ... so much!” Steve began whimpering between strokes.“Quit your whining, pussy boi! Your boi pussy is now mine! Enjoy the ride ... well, I will, at least!” I demanded as I kept slamming it up Steve’s cherry tush.Well, it wasn’t virgin anymore, so I finally got to take someone’s anal first time, didn’t I? He wasn’t “pure” anymore in any sense, not that his mouth had been chaste before, either. The way I stretched his backdoor. Trying to remember more hurt; a dribble of urine leaked from my empty bladder. "I -- Linnea is my life," I blurted, feeling obscurely comforted by the statement.Cammy reached out and brushed my cheek gently. "You don't have to talk about it," she assured me.I shuddered and took a deep breath. "Maybe later," I prevaricated, hoping I wouldn't ever have to think about it again. The past meant pain and hurtfulness and loss. "Let's just have fun tonight."The brunette winked at me. "It's a deal. And. It's the neatest thing in the world. Can you think of anything that feels any better?"Chris laughed. "Its been so long I couldn't say..."Sandy turned from her girlfriend and searched through her big leather bag until she found the foil-wrapped packet she had stashed there for emergencies. Actually, it was Roger's idea, but she had to agree it was a good one. "Chris, come on, this will get you in a party mood."Chris looked up, saw that Sandy was holding a lighted cigarette in her hand. She held.