She turned around, staring at the pile of clothing on the floor. “Move,” she whispered sharply.Ryan got up, feeling self-conscious in his nakednes.... He quickly grabbed his clothes, dressing with a speed he didn’t know he had. Karen watched him, resting a hand on her lips as if remembering the taste of him.He opened the window, looking outside. “Go,” she said. “I’ll distract them.”“OK,” Ryan said. He paused, then left the window to give her a kiss. “Thanks,” he said.Karen blushed, which lit up. The tingling feeling returned, but Joey was not hurting me. His teeth rubbing against the side of my cock. I wanted to cum one more time for him, so I concentrated all sensation on the tip of my cock. Joey's tongue returned to the swirling motion, now exploring the creases of the head of my cock. He squeezed my balls, not allowing them to withdraw inside me. Joey was getting tired. So I grabbed the back of his head and told him to stop. And I took the effort away by fucking his mouth. I raised. After he had paid sufficient attention to the nipple, he moved on to the next one, giving me the same reaction. After he was satisfied that my breasts had been pleasured enough, he wiggled his way down so that, once again, his face was in line with my pulsating pussy. He hooked his fingers around the waistbands of my black panties, his eagerness rolling off of him like heat. However, he controlled himself. Inch by inch, he lowered my panties, the cold air flushing against my bald pussy lips.. ”"I really tried, but then I remembered all the words from so many of my friends when I decided I was bisexual. Almost to a person, my girlfriends said that it didn't matter, that my life was my life. And while they were all pretty cool about it verbally, what they did really tore me up. Suddenly I was a pariah at my fitness center. My GF's wouldn't take a shower with me, or do sauna or steam. It wasn't that they were telling other girls to watch out for me, it was just suddenly they were more.