Ich hoffe es ist keine Utopie hier eine komplexe und abwechslungsreiche Story mit eurer Hilfe zusammenzustellen. Wenn jemand Schreiber für eine seine... Stories sucht würde ich auch den Tausch anbieten, das ich mal bei ihm etwas schreibe und er dafür etwas in meiner Geschichte.Der Titel mag ein wenig merkwürdig klingen und Missverständnisse aufbringen.Er ist aber extra so frei gewählt, weil ich noch vieles offenhalten will, später sollen verschiedene Geschichten entstehen, die alle zu dem Titel. “Guys, this is my new friend, Sarah. She’s new here.”This was the first meeting in my life quite like this. I noticed instantly that everyone in this circle was sizing me up. The girls’ eyes ran up and down quickly, so as not to be noticed while checking out what I was wearing and to pass quick judgements. The guys’ eyes moved slower. Some of them stopped at my hipline, and some at my chest. I finally understood what is like to be under the male gaze – simultaneously intimidating and. The way she was feeling me with her hands, her breathing in my ear, her nice tits under my chest had me not wanting to get off of her. She didn’t help any by squirming her pussy slightly on my hardon. My own mom was aroused and I was on top of her….and I didn’t want to get off of her This was all new to me…... There was something about the taboo of it all that was a real turn on for me. I had new urges I had never felt before. I wanted to go further with her and get us both real hot. It would. “What do you mean?”“I’m not sure what would’ve happened if I stayed at Jonah’s.”“You probably would’ve gone home and sulked for a while, and then moved on.”“Maybe. Or I would’ve gotten royally fucked up, or started a fight with Skinner, or gotten lost in the forest. Who the hell knows ... I felt like I was sinking there, after the gig. Well, most of night, honestly. You showed up just in time. The vote still stings a bit, but I’m feeling so much better.”“Right on. And I’m glad you came with me..