Or stick rings in their bald cunts like in Buggery. I come from a normal place. And men ain’t got no fucking excuse. And they’re still fucking hor...ible!” Tracey heard herself speak, and paused abruptly. “Fuck! I’m beginning to sound like some fucking dyke feminist or something. I’m not gonna be burning my bra. Not that I’ve got one to burn. Men are men. You just can’t fucking expect them to be better.” “I just don’t believe that,” said Buttercup optimistically. Tracey reflected. She loved. She used one hand to steady herself on the chest of drawers at the head of the bed. Her legs felt weak, and she fought to stop herself from collapsing. The tentacle wriggled in Amy’s grasp, and Noelle began breathing hard. She saw Amy watching her, eyebrows high, and nodded quickly. "Do it."Amy leaned backwards, pulling at the tentacle. It stretched out as long as it could, but still would not leave her vagina. What was stranger, though Noelle could see that Amy was exerting effort into. She can make me happy farting whenever I want and she left. I was surprised that how she knows my likes. I asked her how she knows I like when she farts while she was washing clothes. She with a crooked smile said that she knows more about my secrets and she farted a loud one. I asked her what else do I like. She said one at a time, tomorrow I will tell you another one.Next morning as usual she took my undies and left and I was waiting what she will give me today. I followed her to wash room. When she explained her thesis, she lost Reno and Pete but fascinated Sarah. Melissa held on because she sensed Sarah's interest.When Vic ran out of steam, Reno and Pete chuckled. "You got all that?" Reno asked Sarah."Most of it."Reno and Pete exchanged a head shake. Pete spoke for them with a sigh, addressing Sarah. "Lovely and brilliant, you're quite a young woman. Probably attached." She likes girls, Pete," Melissa explained. "I go both ways." Their eyes clung together and Pete reddened. "Is.