Who cares if you're the B-Team?'I was shattered, 'I thought I was so cool for a minute there, those girls in the hallway, my dreams... 'She punched me...in the arm. 'Dumbass, you would get checked out wearing a potato sack and school tie for a belt, you're sexy. Besides, the Wolverines are popular as well. It's like the fun version and there is less drama than the real deal.''Ahh well.' I sighed. 'At least I won't get a big head now.''Uh huh, well, you will be happy to know, though, that there is. Lost in Greg’s arms and his wonderful lips, I was also lost in Harry’s finger, which turned into two, and then three drilling a wider hole into my cunt. I began moaning into Greg’s mouth as Harry’s fingers were driving me wild. Greg grabbed my tit and twisted my nipple, bringing a louder moan from my opened mouth. My hips involuntarily began to dance with Harry’s thrusting hand. His tongue continued flicking across my clit, tickling me in just the right ways. Our bodies became a jumble, a. So she stayed – unsure what to do next but wait and see. The two of them entered the room giggling, Jane could just see through a gap in the doors. The woman was Jenny - a wife of one of his colleagues.‘Oh my god! The little slut!’ Jane wanted to jump out on them but stayed put, not knowing why. She found her attractive in a strange sort of way and had heard that she went with women too. An intriguing thought for a highly sexual woman. In no time, they were both naked with clothes strewn. If you think I am going to spread my legs for you just because you have come on to me, you will likely be disappointed. I guess I came to 'sluttiness' early and naturally. In my early teens, when I felt the first stirrings of sexuality, I found my mother’s store of sex toys hidden in a bedroom drawer, which was usually locked. She was out and I was prowling through her room when I came upon the unlocked drawer. I couldn’t then imagine the purpose of the various items, although now I well know.