Marshal chuckled, wanting to try more.Wanting to see just what they could do."Then lets go out," Gary suggested with a smirk. Marshal glared at him,b...t Gary didn't seem to care. "I mean, I can make it so that peopledon't think we look weird." Marshal thought about it for a moment, thenagreed.They started walking down the street, and only twice the people theypassed looked at them strangely before Gary altered their perceptions."Would you believe that he," Gary pointed at a passing man, "is. I pulled out the hunting knife from my jeans, looked at it, I shoved it into her asshole, while I came in her pussy. She let out a cry that could scare bear. I lifted her by her hair, and out my knife where my dick was supposed to be. "Clean my cock, bitch!" I yelledShe rapidly spun her head left and right, giving the signal of no."Now!" I yelled againShe started to lick the underside of the knife, cleaning her own shit and anal blood. I told her to deepthroat it, she refused. I looked over to. He found my stash. I didn’t know what to say. I timidly gave a half nod and looked away.“Do you…like…um…need to…wear them?”I winced again. The seconds seem to take eons to tick by. “I, uh…oh, not really. I, oh…no, it’s not like that,” I replied as I was obviously sweating like crazy.He quickly tried to cover his tracks, “Oh, um, I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have been looking there, it’s my fault-”“No, no, it’s okay…” The awkwardness seemed to cloud the room like a thick fog.“Are you,. Brittany welcomed me in, she was wearing one of those skimpy skirts and half a shirt. I was instantly attracted to her firm ass and huge breast. "You know.... I've seen you checking me out at the bowling ally".I was embarresed and started to mumble. She placed her finger on my lips and lifted her shirt. Her perfectly perky double C's were showing. "Now you know what they look like". She said in a seductive voice, biting her plump lips."Those, uh, those, they're nice" I said in awe, staring at.