Her eyes closed and opened as the room swayed and span to her sexual arousal.She found herself rushing towards a climax, the juice spurted from her cu...t as the orgasm nearly made her faint but no sooner had the first climax shuddered her entire body then she felt another start. She was both disgusted and excited by herself, she had one hand up her cunt, her fingers fighting to get in deep while her other hand was pushing her breast up so she could suck her own nipple, never had she done. .. OH!" Her eyebrows disappeared out of sight.She snatched his hand and the two were running out the door.Tom twined Wendy's legs and purred. Really loud."Who stuck you with the name Tom?"He glared at me, tossed his tail straight up, crooked it and pointed the bent end at me ... then I noticed he was a she and it was highly evident."He did?" Rowwell," Not Tom said."What is your name, my pretty?" Wendy said.Pyewacket, Not Tom said, And don't you forget it."Oh ... the Pyewacket from the movie. Show me!” I teased.She laughed. “Now that’s more like it. Very creative. Come on, let me buy you a beer before this gets completely out of hand!”I had to admit, banter with Staci was a lot of fun. I didn’t think that there was a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d even get to first base with her, and I wasn’t really thinking in those terms, beyond the teasing. She was a lot of fun to talk to and she had a fantastic sense of humor. And she could give as good as she got with teasing.On Monday Kara. He seemed to luminance, sticking out of the crowd with a comfortable glow, an idol in a way, with never an enemy. I, being the forementioneds Best Friend, was aware of all of this, and (although secretly) very, very attracted. We went to Jacksonville Middle School, 8th grade. I am five foot nine, very muscular, and bisexual. I have brown hair, commonly mistaken for black, green-blue eyes, and the identical skater-boy haircut. It was second period: Science. Tom was flirting harmlessly with his.