"Alright, listen, gay boy—" "Dakota," I corrected him. "Right, listen... Dakota... I've been thinking, a lot actually. Uh... what I say, you know, i... front of the other guys?" Scott sat down on the chair next to me, "I don't mean it." He tried to look me in the eyes but I looked away, uncomfortable. "Okay," he started again, "I'm not the girl-crazed, sex-addicted, homophobe I present myself as... Everyday I just hate myself and I hide what I truly feel." He placed his hand on my knee and my. More like the size of a House Sparrow than the normal size for such an insect. With wings a-hum it lands and stick its probe into my ink, sucking up the blood. Fascinated that anything could seek sustenance in something as vile as a putrid fluid of mine, I watch it drink its fill. When it flies away, I feel suddenly the echoing emptiness of this place. Never much one for companionship, I look none the less over to the jutted slab of moss blackened stone that stick phallic like into the river. Little trembles kept going through her body and she kept moaning in a high-pitched whine. Melody and I linked hands once again as we settled down on either side of Lissa and with our joined fingers, we reached down and stroked Lissa’s pussy from bottom to top one time.We didn’t penetrate anything, didn’t part her folds or try to find her clit, but with that one stroke, Lissa came up off the bed arching her back so that only her shoulders and heels were touching the sheets. The scream was. I told her kindly try to search the underwear. After 5 minute she came and told me no I have not found any underwear of him. But I have an idea. I am having my sexy red color lingerie set so If you say I can give you that panty. I said ok give me that. She again told me that if you want that panty you have to do one thing for me. I immediate replied what ever you say I will follow. She told me when you wear this panty you have to show me how you look after wearing a sexy red color panty. I said.