Brightness without darkness. There’s no such thing. And with Lou gone, I guess Bernadine has decided to finally drop the mask. She has decided to re...eal her inner monster. And the target of her abuse and her fury is me. The hero of the story. Why me? That’s a question I’ve asked myself many times. I’m just a big and tall young black man living near the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I’m openly bisexual, though I don’t make a big deal out of it. I’ve got psychotic relatives but then again, who. I grabbed her hips and went in and out, in and out. Her loud moans sent me over the edge as I started cumming again. Spews and spews of cum filled her pussy as we slowed down. “Ohhhhh babyyyyyy, I love that feeling in my pussy. Your cum is so hottttttttt…”It had to be 6 ropes or so before I stopped. She was exhausted and laid on my chest as I started to go limp, and after a while my cock popped out and my pelvis met her clit. She twitched every time I moved, and I found that to be very very. Edith was not a virgin. She had one sexual experience, because Gretchen had insisted and provided a lover. It had been quick and embarrassing. The lover darted almost before he had his pants up. It was one of many things that confirmed in Edith’s mind that she was unattractive to men. Typically, she ignored her own feelings toward men. For the first time Edith had the chance to observe male anatomy and her feelings rushed to the fore. Deirdre, both knowing and guessing the situation, took. Soon, everyone would be telling of this embarrassing moment, and Gwen's glory would die. Gwen stood against her locker, her towel tight around her body.Toni smiled as an evil idea pierced her mind. In a single move she reached around and grabbed the towel from around Gwen's body. With a single yank, she ripped it from Gwen's hands and threw it on the floor. The girls around her gasped. Gwen had changed even more than before. Her breasts now were completely gone, replaced by two muscular pecs..