They just talk shit to me, call me a fag and shit like that."He shook his head. "Fuck 'em. They try to fuck with you, I got your back." "I know!" I sa...d slyly with an upturned eyebrow & giggle and he looked down, his face turning red again as he laughed. "What're you up to?" he asked as he gave me a once over."Fuck, you look good today!"I tossed my hair to the side and continued to smile."Thank you", I purred. "Nothing, just takin' a walk. What're you doin?"He looked back towards his garage and. Mostly, they are young, friendly, attractive, multi-lingual, and come from all over the world. The rest of us are the G.M.s, or gentile members. Talk about double entendres. G.M.s come in all ages, shapes and sizes. Some are very full of themselves. Others insecure. Very few are prudes. On the shuttle bus, I find myself next to Wendy, a nubile little freshman from Boston University. All of five-feet tall. Maybe. What’s the cliche? She could make a dead man cum. Wendy reminds me why I paid an. I just put some essentials in there, and don'tworry about a thing." Crank it up, mom," Lance asked his mother, she then raised the volumeand they were soon bopping in the car, excited to hit the club.Steve sat there quietly as they drove, so cognizant of how short hisskirt was as he was sitting, as his focus fluttered between how long hislegs looked, and how the hell he was going to walk in these shoes. Itwas all like a dream in his mind before the cold air of the night breezehit him in the. With each inch of her he touched he grew less and less able to control himself. He couldn’t just stop at her thigh, he needed more. He shifted over her, and slowly pulled down her pants, revealing a pair of lacy white panties that clung to her tight little wet pussy. The sight of her laying there, ready and waiting, her body practically begging to be fucked, was the final thing to push him over the edge. Ally was taken aback when James suddenly scooped her up into his strong arms, carried to.