"Well, since you know what you know, I assume your motives are pure, so okay." Awesome," I said, and then immediately wondered why I'd said it. It was...a word I never used. "The party is at a friend's house." I gave her the address."I'll see you there," she said, smiling as she walked away. I couldn't resist a lingering look."So," Louise said, grinning, "is she the new girl?" No," I replied. "She is just someone from my English class." You don't lend your favorite sweatshirt to just anyone,". I slide my hand through his hair and grip a handful as I use his mouth as a fuckhole. He just takes it. To be honest, degrading him like a whore isn't what I truly want, but I can't help myself. Whenever I'm around this beautiful girly boy, I lose control. Primal instincts take over and all I can think about is breeding him like a bitch.As long as I'm being truthful to myself, I actually like him. Not just as a fuckhole or because he stirs some deeply filled lust within me, but I honestly have. Kathy was startled to find that she and Hank were, too. The pro was Judy Rankin who, Hank told her, was one of the top-ranked pros on the tour. Her eyes popped as she watched Ken's drive go off the tee like a rocket and land over 300 yards out. After Hank drove off — her usual 180 yards or so — Kathy stepped up to the tee. Her ball carried over 230 yards and provoked a quiet whistle from Rankin. The pro's own drive didn't travel nearly as far as Kathy's.For Rankin, the day turned into a. We ran around the gym over, and over. Earlier my breasts bounced slightly when I walked. Since I was running now, my breasts felt as if they were jumping all the way to my shoulders and then down to my stomach. Surely, it wasn’t as dramatic as it seemed, but it was an indescribable feeling. While my breasts’ bounciness aggravated me earlier, it was turning me on now. Such bounciness coupled with the sight of pretty girls in nothing more than bras and panties cause the tingling feeling in my.