He must have been nine or ten inches. But I worked up and down diligently. I even licked up and down the shaft, then took his balls in my mouth. He gr...aned and I sucked harder. Then I worked my way back up his shaft and took him in my mouth again. His hands clasped my head and he guided me. Eventually he held my head and pumped in and out. I took as much as I could, trying not to gag. I could taste his sweet precum as poured into my mouth. His tempo gradually increased and I knew he was going. Not after what she'd done... licking her cunt and sticking her finger up Peggy's anus... actually sucking her clitoris when the older girl was cumming! Not that the act itself was so bad... but the way Peggy had lured her into it when she was drunk... !Carol brushed feverishly at her long blonde hair as the lurid scenes unfolded graphically now again and again in her self- deploring mind, the tight little tangles in her silken tresses almost as difficult for her to eliminate as the unwanted. She looked very pleased with the clothes and started posing in front of the mirror. She was certainly enjoying it.She came out and was a bit shy, because of me. I told her the tights look great on her. I told her she looks like a dancer on MTV (that I knew she watches so much) and she blushed. I went to my room and changed into a sleeveless T-shirt and loose baggy shorts. I came to the living room where she was sitting. I noticed her staring at my muscular hairy legs. Seeing her up close in. Then she looked at A.J. "She's kind of butch, isn'tshe?" she asked.A.J. grinned. "A little. But she has an excuse. She used to be a boyuntil they cut off her banana." Ouch," Colleen said."Ouch indeed," I said, lifting my punch-filled glass.We chatted for a while. About Melissa Etheridge. About Ellen Page. AboutBrandi Carlisle. It turns out I knew a lot more about gay Hollywood thanI thought I did.Colleen was a smart woman with a biting sense of humor. I liked her. Inparticular, I liked her.