Your reactions were rather violent. You feel differently now, I imagine.“„Yes, Miss,“ nodded Julia. She truly did. After all she had had to do i... for Jason and Ahmed, what could Quentin matter? Admittedly, he had started the whole thing... but now she merely regarded him as a piece of distasteful male flesh she had to serve.That, it seemed, had developed into being her function in life.Of course, she still hated him, But it was not that initial, wild uncontrolled hate. It was continuous, low. Soon it became apparent that the stars were aligned…and bloody time too, and so the opportunity became a plan. It was conference time and she was heading out north to the bright lights, good opportunity and willing candidates abound. We worked through the list and settled on her ex, the Stud Muffin, who by all accounts, in years gone by, put the Duracell Bunny to shame. He was agreeable for a meet and so the game was afoot. Ironically he was partly responsible for the lag as trust issues gave. He moaned as my body twitched uncontrollably in his arms. He stood up smiling and kissed me hard again as I felt him slide his hard dick in my throbbing pussy. I flinched as he worked his thick meat in my tight pussy. I grabbed the back of his neck as he lifted my legs up grabbing a handful of my ass. He rocked me back and forth against that bathroom counter so hard I thought it would break and we’d both collapse to the floor. Our sweaty bodies meshed together as one as he held me tightly. From the age I about 13 I began to feel attracted to boys in my class. I still hated the idea of looking at gay porn on the web, but I was lucky enough to be surrounded by some of the most beautiful young teen boys on a daily basis, and no where did I feel more attracted to them than in the locker room when changing for gym class. The sweet smell of deodorant and sweat mixed together, as I was surrounded by rippling six packs and well toned arms and legs. More than one I tried to catch a quick.