No, it was when I was eighteen and recently moved away from home. My newfound freedom was leading me down the path of perversion and I was helpless to...stop it. In past years I learned to put my "bad" thoughts out of my head but now that I was on my own and alone with temptation every night, they crept back in and took control of me. I now spend every waking moment thinking about it and I masturbate constantly to the fantasy of doing it. I've become consumed with the thought of actually doing it. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and Maia sucked on it hard as she humped my leg. I felt the damp heat of her pussy as she mashed it into my thigh. When I slid my tongue out of her mouth she sucked on it harder in an attempt to keep me from exiting her hungry mouth.Her cheeks were tinted with a reddish hue. Maia focused her lustful gaze on me. Anticipating what I would do next.I brushed her hair off her cheek. “Ask me to slap your pretty face,” I snarled.Maia moaned, “Slap me.” The curl. " "Yes, here I am: your human statue for the rest of my life." "Well, good night, my human statue!" "Good night, my sculptor!" The next morning, he had set up a work area in his living room next to the base. He was sitting next to large metal pot full of wet plaster and a huge pile of rags, and was applying a plaster surface to the base. "What are you doing?" she asked as she walked into the room. "I have to prep the base and let it dry for about an hour. Want some. "Cassie frowned, unsure about what she had to say to comfort her. As far as she knew, Lyla was straight and fucked everything that had a cock. She never experimented with a girl before, unlike Cassie- who was still in the closet to everyone."How about we go to a party tonight? After all, it's Halloween. We can dress like sluts and no one can stop us," Cassie suggested, knowing that Lyla would immediately agree. Also, Cassie would get the chance to spend more time with Lyla dressed in a slutty.