The hair had given him a certain social credibility among the stoners and burnouts at school, but it was a nuisance, taking up far too much of his tim... on maintenance. Shorter hair meant more sleep and more code, which meant more money for MIT next next.Glancing in the medicine cabinet mirror, he could see the image of Marigold sprawled, face-down on the bed. The form she'd worked so hard to hide throughout high school was openly on display. It made Thule want to run back to bed, touch her,. Yes, she was aware that she was lesbian. She had had a few boyfriends before, but she got bored with them so easily and girls aroused her much more. They just had a certain appeal to them, unlike guys whose breath always smelled and their armpits were hairy. Miranda wanted to be with a woman, a girl, Lizzie, rather. ‘Ok, dare me.’ Lizzie spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy to Miranda, like she was seducing her in the most delicious way. ‘I dare you… to shove a dildo up!’ She walked over to. I searched the bed for a dry place to lay myself, but the sheet and mattress were truly saturated. “Well baby how was it for you” Mom said as she knelt by the bed stroking my wet hair from my face, “You seemed to enjoy it”. I just smiled and closed my eyes as I felt Terry’s juices running out of my hole. I was still on cloud nine, as if it was all a dream. But I opened my eyes to reassure myself it was not. I reached between my legs to wipe myself with a towel “Ouchhhhh” my poor little cunt was. We are silhouetted against the moonlit ocean backdrop as your wet mouth and hand work in rhythmic tandem to bring me off, to make me spend over your tongue and lips. I look down at your eyes as you gaze up at me lovingly. My hands go to your head, and in a light grip I guide your mouth up and down my cock. Desperate to come, I fuck your mouth to bring me ever closer. As I feel my come rise within me, seemingly from my toes, I let you completely control the speed and tempo of your voracious.