Said Peach as she got up. Yeah, I need to take a shower to get all this shit off. Said Samus. Ditto. Said Zelda, getting up as well. I think we all sh...uld take a shower. I said. I went to the side of the bed and smacked my penis hard against the night stand, causing it to shrink back to original size, along with unintentionally making the sound effect when Mario shrinks. Outside the castle window, a full moon shined brightly while Paragoombas and Paratroopas flew in the night sky. Suddenly,. The music started, no preliminaries as neither had anything to take off. They both worked the crowd, shimmying, gyrating, and teasing as the paraded around the stage. Wendi approached Rhonda and opened her arms,Rhonda stepped into them and we witnessed Female Dirty Dancing, first tit to tit, stomach to stomach, one pussy grinding into one's thigh, the other matching the move. Hoots, and whistles filled the air. I could tell Rhonda was becoming aroused, her nipples stuck out hard and firm, both. The life of a successful model, I suppose. Ha!" Anyway, is it hormones making me feel like I need to still put-out for guys? Is this just the same friendly consideration that makes gay guys give one another a reach-around while they're fucking each others ass? Is what I'm feeling a gay thing? Am I a gay, transgendered, transspecies, girl? Does that even scan? It's even stranger than a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. Maybe I'm like Frankenstein's monster – one of those examples. "Why? Why did she need to win?" Because she is proof." Proof of what?" I don't know, I swear I don't know. That's all they told me. Proof.Please don't kill me." Kill you?" Because I'm a rebel." Why would you think I would kill you?" Because..."He seems afraid to say whatever is on his mind."Say it," I tell him. "Say it and everything will be okay."I stroke his cock just to make him feel better. It's hot in my hand, ametal rod wrapped in velvet. I resist the urge to suck it.Our eyes meet. There.