She was wearing white shorts and a purple Tinkerbell shirt that stretched over breasts that were undeniably the perfect size for, well, just about any...hing a man could think of doing with a pair of breasts, and right now, he could think of quite a few things. Her hair was a shiny mass of mahogany curls, tumbling over her shoulders and back. He could see the glint of earrings through those glorious tresses that he would love to see spread out over his pillow as he hovered over her. Her eyes. The trick is, weeding out the ones that fetishizeyou. I know plenty of trans women who can help you with that." Sounds perfect, thanks!" She said enthusiastically. "Should I go changeinto my slutty coed outfit?" That doesn't even warrant a response." I said, rolling my eyes.Since we were going to the club, I gave Rachel a call to see if shewanted to join us. We really hadn't talked more than a couple of timessince our little excursion."No thanks, I have plans. You two enjoy yourselves," was all. "Alright, if you two are going to keep torturing me, you can take care of me too", he said and stood up, dropping his shorts, his stiff erection springing free.The two girls immediately crawled over to him, clearly excited. Kylie got there first and began sucking his dick, her mouth sliding back and forth over his shaft. Laura moved under him and he could feel her tongue running over his balls and then, to his surprise, to his asshole.He moaned as the two teens pleasured him, Kylie's mouth and. He should of. It would have meant the same thing to me."I'm not losing my mind. I'm just not ready for sex!" I almost yell back at him. "You’re not ready." He says. "That's the reason. So we can do all this stuff," He gestures to me, "but we can't have sex because you’re not ready. Even though we can get naked, and do this. We can’t have sex." "Wait, Kyle, that's no--" Not what you meant. What did you mean?" He ask folding his arms across his chest.“I meant I’m not ready to have sex. I.