I like girls.But that isn't all. For as long as I can remember, I've had this feeling. It is centered in my chest and is kind of like a persistent itc.... Sometimes it is actually sore and when I complained about it, momma took me to the doctor. He said it wasn't nothing physical, so it must be in my head.But that isn't the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing is that compasses don't work for me. I can stand there in a field with the other hunters and hold the compass out in front and mine never. Just not that way…with the pain and all. In fact…” she leaned over the side of the bed and pulled up a silk scarf. There were two tied together and fastened to the corner of the bed frame. In fact, all four corners of the bed had a pair of silk scarves tied to them, apparently from the former use.“What do you dream about, when you think of them?” I asked her“I dream I am tied up…helpless…but that someone…a man, of course, plays with my body and gets me so turned on…I cum again and again…it’s. Bonnie said, "A little more than sixty cycles. My poor baby came so hard, that he passed out."She leaned towards my face and kissed the end of my nose. It was so soft, so gentle, and so lovingly delivered; that somehow, I just knew that I was about to say the right thing. And so, my lips uttered the words that have been enslaving men's souls for years."Bonnie? Will you marry me?"The shocked look on her face caused me to worry. My mind started running a mile a minute, and for some reason tears. One fingertip was touching her tiny asshole and the thin string from her panties that was bisecting it.She giggled and said, “Oh! That feels good.”I said, “I’m sorry.” Then I quickly moved my fingertip.She giggled and said, “Not your finger silly, your hard-on is pressed into my pussy and it feels good rubbing against my clit like that. I’m so horny that I might have to go masturbate again. Want to smell my finger afterwards?”I said, “Yes.”Then I let her drop to the floor and went into the.