"It felt kind of sad in the room and I wanted to just change the subject."It makes me feel really lucky to not get caught up in liking someone right n...w," I stated after awhile."Really?" She sat up. "No one?" Really. I'm not trying to deal with all that relationship stuff. But, hey, a hookup. Now that I would never be opposed to." Same. All the boys at our school suck though. I'm not sure I want any of those dicks - both their literal dicks and their dick personalities - anywhere near me.". I shaved and also gelled my hair (I usually don’t gel my hair) I wore a black suit over a white shirt and decided to skip the tie. I applied my favorite perfume and then made my way down. I was the first one to reach and hence sat down on the sofa.Sneha was the next to arrive and boy she looked stunning. She was wearing a black one piece party dress which had a asymmetric hem. The hem reached the knee of her right leg but barely covered the left thigh. The dress was open shoulder and started. ” Both males quaked in fear as the delighted cacophony of spontaneous warbling from the women, the sheer spite of their joy giving a hint that they knew exactly what Erica’s words meant, while both shaven males were lifted to their knees. Hands were placed under their chins, making them arch their backs; their despairing countenances exposed along with their clean shaven bodies, cocks standing high and larger in appearance, on their groins and sacks having been shorn bare. Minter watched with. Stopping to see if she was ok, it turned out she was more than ok and would I do it again. Linda, it turned out, is a submissive and loves to be loved and owned, which is okay by me. More than ok. Actually, along with everything else we both bring to the party, it is one of our defining characteristics. Though ‘characteristics’ is not quite the right word. It’s impossible to describe but, to my surprise, almost everyone we know sees we are a ‘unit’.Linda is in her mid 50s, was slightly chunky.