"Are you gay?" No. I'm not gay and I don't care if people are or not." You identify me as a woman - though I'm not biologically one and youknow that.... You aren't gay, I'm not either by the way. You like mypersonality. You know more about me than anyone I've ever met. For therecord I am not that person in any way, shape, or form from anything youmay have seen or discovered about me online from over three years ago.I have not been with a man, let alone a woman in over two and a halfyears -. Michael’s hands were playing with Lena’s breasts, and Lena’s hands were groping Michael’s ass, and their touch was only inflaming their shared passion and pushing the two even closer together.Holly tried closing her eyes. It didn’t help. She could still hear them making out. In fact, all it did was make Holly more aware of the soft noises they made; the heavy breathing, the small gulps of air as they surfaced to breath, and the occasional soft gasp of feminine pleasure that leaked from the. ”“Thank you Ms. Rose. Shall we precious?”“Yes”. As the stepped behind the curtain, Allison looked at Emanuel again. “Sweetheart, did I satisfy you as well? I was so caught up in that orgasm, I couldn’t tell if you were enjoying it as well.”“Best yet precious. I came harder then ever before just knowing we were orgasming at the same time. It felt like we were one.”“You mean like the nap we took earlier?”“Exactly like that. Oh, I think you should probably wipe of your face as well. I think you. I tug the dainty chain connecting the two clamps and marvel at how my nipples swell and how I feel the ripples of excitement flowing throughout my body. I love doing this.I get out of the chair and get down on my hands and knees and begin to kiss and lick the wooden deck very slowly so you can imagine yourself beneath me, lying on your stomach. You can feel me as I inch my tongue upward from your heels... up each calf... inch by inch... then stop at that soft, tender, sensitive spot behind your.