One guy sent me a message. I read his profile, 5'6, smooth bottom. He didn't live far away.My profile, was a picture of me in a suit, no face. I'm 6'2... built, big arms, shoulders, chest...no abs. I'm a bear, just not as hairy as most. I explained that I was dominant, liked to be in control, and wasn't looking for anything serious, which he liked.So we spoke for about half an hour, he showed me pictures of him...and his ass made my cock sore. Small and perky, gorgeous pink hole, clean. Just what. “At least you get to wear trousers. I can’t believe the school can get away with only letting women wear skirts!”Her dark, pleated skirt came down to just below her knees. Jessica did like wearing skirts, but taking the element of choice away from her made her feel uncomfortable. She was an adult now, and should be able to wear whatever she wanted.The hall grew silent as a middle-aged woman stepped to the podium facing the seated students. As she began a boring speech about exactly how grateful. Susan, Lisa and myself were then driven back to our home, all happy with the arrangement.In the following weeks, Susan and Lisa had all their personal belongings moved into our home,all superfluous furniture sold off or given away to charity. Their old house was rented and they only had to pay to the end of the following month.Lisa got her own room, but would just as easily sleep over in our bed and even in Mary T's.Less than a month after our eventful weekend, it turned out that Mary T carried. She got angry that I slept early and she too got into my blanket and slept, the a/c was in 18 but still I was sweating and found that she is also sweating, don’t know how. I pretended to be asleep and left my left hand on her boobs and my left leg into her closets and my head is trying to get on to her chest unnoticed.I slowly started to squeeze her boobs softly and took my hands running towards her booty buttocks, I massaged them for a while. Maybe in the middle of my action she sensed what I.