P. Harris, filling in forms and making decisions, but hell, I was me now, Amanda, and I would live my own life. I felt I could improve it, too, even ...hough I knew that I had been the less organised as Tom. I started making notes of questions to ask him, starting with "parking place." After most of the teachers had left to take first-period classes, a woman with long dark hair who I guessed might be one of my best friends, Carol, offered to make everyone tea. Luckily, before I had to respond,. She stood and pulled me to the bedroom by my dick, now hard as Chinese Arithmetic. Funny! Strange, not haha, how that from then on she was in total control. She did what she wanted and I was just plain pussy whipped. Consumed in her sexually and loving every little second of it. She was just soooo fucking hot. I let her go and come and do what she pleased and she kept me happy with the recounts of her sexual adventures. The sex between us getting kinker as the days passed. She never let my. I'm getting excited and would love to touch that enormous thing that is bulging thru the fabric. I'm trying hard not to stare, but the one with the big dick has turned to his partner and began to french kiss his friend. I try not to stare, but I got so wrapped up in the kissing, that I leaned against he wall and dropped a bunch of movies.The gays stop kissing and offer to help pick up the movies. I'm bent over and one of them had his hand on my ass and inbetween my legs. This got me turned. Word is he just sits in his room all night playing guitar.”I didn’t know he played an instrument. Of course he would! “I didn’t know he was a musician,” I said softly.Kiera grabbed my face in both her hands. “Stop. It. Now,” she said slowly. “It’s time for a distraction.”She gestured with her head towards our server. He was a young man in his late teens or early twenties. His body was nice, his face boyish and sweet looking, and we had both commented about how he kept staring at us. Mostly he.