Especially not him, because I wasn'tattracted to him. In that way. At all.I wasn't gay.I just liked wearing stockings and garter belts as I "took it... up theold poop chute from similarly-attired she-males.Nothing odd about that.So on that non-gay Saturday morning, I was ready for just about anythingthat Stephie and Jessie proposed. Anything except what they actuallycame up with.The girls gave me a lovely waker-upper: Jessie sucked my cock asStephie rubbed her huge juggs against my chest as. Immediately, I reached in between her spread legs and slid my finger into her pussy. She gasped, her eyes shooting wide open, and she arched her back in continued short gasps of air."Oh...(gasp) oh...(gasp)," she whispered. "What (gasp) are you...(gasp) doing?"I said nothing but continued to finger her incredibly soft pussy. I stared at her face and basked in her reluctantly enjoying the moment. My mom laid down on the couch and continued to arch her back, moaning. As she was writing on her. Exploits.Julie sat there in stunned silence, staring at the note. There was no signature and no markings on the outside of the envelope. She had no idea who wrote it or what they might have on her. Sure she had done a few stupid things in her past–who hadn't? But what could this person be talking about? And what pictures and/or proof could they have? Julie had grown up in Secaucus, New Jersey. But this was Dallas, some 1,300 miles away. And she had lived in Dallas for ten years now. What could. I moved her hair back behind her ear and reached down, only to find closed legs; I grabbed her plump mounds instead and whispered into her ear: “this will be so much more enjoyable if you just let it happen. Just think about it, don’t you want to be that blonde on the screen? Why else would you watch something like this?” She lifted her head to speak, “I-I……I don……..I have……..” She looked up at me with her big green puppy-dog eyes and just stared at me. I took the opportunity to reach for her.