It had been so long since I had been intimate with a real man and I couldn’t help but envision myself between his knees, clinging to him like King K...ng did the Empire state building and feeling him moan as I worked both sets of my chocolate lips around his vanilla form. I spent many an evening in the shower imagining that my soft hands that played and probed between my slick swollen lips were his and that the orgasms that the steady flow of the water created would be results of his tongue. He masturbated. Roughly.Stuck forever in a state far past his prime, the old man comedically pumped one hand up and down, uselessly trying to stir some arousal of the flesh by stroking his accursed member. He didn't care where he spilled his seed, but then, he hadn't managed to release it once since arriving in this god-forsaken prison. One could hardly judge him too harshly for his current pastime... after all, plotting and masturbating were his only potential joys left in "life," as it were.. "Bye, Krys," Jamie whispered, holding onto her friend's hug as long asshe could before letting go.As she drove home, Jamie mused on her encounter with Laura, Ashley andtheir gang and realised that if she did leave the Angels, it wouldn'tjust be her friends and family that she'd affect, but her legions offans as well. For better or worse, girls like Laura, who were well intoher transition, and like Ashley, who had yet to begin her transition,looked up to her as a role model. Jamie could easily. Over the course of the two hours they had made love, climaxed, traded positions, then climaxed again culminating in the three lying in a circle Veronica sucking Matt's lance as he brought Brittany to ecstasy with his talented tongue while the brunette tasted orgasm after orgasm from the lovely mulatto.They were sure, especially at first, that Betty had been watching, as indeed she had. But after exploring each other's bodies they no longer cared and lost themselves in sensual and orgasmic.