‘Do you want to know one of my bisexual fantasies about Britney?’ I asked Riley getting giggly. ‘Sure!’ Riley giggled. ‘I want to Kiss Britn...y Spears on the lips!’ I said lovey-dovey kissing the air. ‘OMM, I want to do that too!’ Riley giggled. ‘Umm, can I get back on the bed, I’m kinda freezing down here!’ Riley yelled. ‘Sure.’ I said as I moved over to let Riley in. ‘Umm,’ Riley started. ‘I know,’ I cut Riley off. ‘You want to kiss me?’ I continued. ‘How did you know Riley asked amazed. ‘I. I leaned back and enjoyed the show as my cock head popped out between her breasts every now and then. She lowered her head and started to lick my cockhead as it came into view, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the backrest, my fingers stroking through her hair. She started to fuck my cock using her tits, her lips locking onto my cockhead, sucking like she wanted to suck the cum directly out of my balls. I groaned my pleasure, fuelling her on to move faster over my cock, I used her. I understood style, maybe not as they teach it, but from seeing it in action, the way bands, at least the bigger ones dressed and acted to present an image, more interesting was the art, the posters and album covers, all different but all selling the band's image. For the first time I began to think about my style, my image. It took a while but slowly I build my own style, my own image, not just clothes, but me, myself, time to decide how I wanted to live my life. Chris was not responsible for. Kevin said he was a submissive and he loved his thug biker. I kind of liked rough sex and lately were we experimenting by doing some light “rough sex” at work. I knew Doc. Kevin loved to fuck my ass just like his boyfriend fucked him. Doc. Kevin asked “hey Carol can I have your ass today? I really wanted Doc. Kevin to fuck me and I didn’t care if it was my ass or my pussy. I needed some young cock in any hole I had. I said “let me get ready” and took off my nurse’s uniform, applied some lube to.