'It's not really his fault. He just doesn't think of those things, ' she reasoned.If such a thing was possible, Bonnie thought the silence during dinn...r that night was deafening. 'Maybe because things were going a little smoother, it made the silence worse than before, ' she thought. As the dinner wore on, she found that she just couldn't stand it anymore and coughed just to add a different noise besides the infernal clicking knives and forks against plates.Corey looked up at her worriedly, and. Yevgeni whispered in his ear, “Did you miss my big Russian cock?”“You know I did,” the girlyboi answered.“It missed your juicy ass, Taurus!”“Thank you!”“Pour ‘papochka’ a drink,” he stated call himself ’daddy’ in his native tongue. Yevgeni sat on the futon and pulled off his charcoal-colored Rieker boots. He watched his femboi fix his beverage. Taurus returned with a red plastic cup filled with Smirnoff vodka and ginger ale.“Don’t make me drink alone,” Yevgeni protested.“Of course not,” Taurus. Quickly (and more gracefully), she gave the note back to Ryn. Opening the folded paper carefully, Ryn quickly read Lily’s response. *First, I want your handwriting. Second, so THAT’S why your spazzing over there. I thought you were having an epilepsy fit or something. So he’s staring at you huh?….hmm…interesting, very interesting. He may look older than us but girl, he’s hot! Maybe Kristin was on to something….just kidding!…kind of… anyway, sure I’ll give you a ride home, meet me in the side. Her hands went right to it to tease it to erection straining toward her open bald pussy. I gave her another long wet kiss, then pulled away and ordered her to make it slick. She looked at me with questioning eyes. I knew Marcie was hoping I get naked with her and we’d fuck somewhere more comfortable. I also knew she didn’t like having to spit on her hands to lube my erection. But if she also knew if she wanted to use me as an incall stud she had to do whatever I wanted.“Do as you’re told slut.”.