I could see that she was already seated on the couch, her hand rubbing the top of her pussy. Paula and I moved reluctantly apart and walked through to...the lounge. I could see that Gary was sitting on the couch next to Tiffany, his hands caressing her nipples; his hard cock was sticking proudly up. Paula took my hand and led me to the other couch. “Lets get ready to fulfil my fantasy.” She purred. She sat down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide, her pussy lips were smooth and. . If he had asked to make love to me, I am notsure if I could have stopped myself. Would I have allowed him to stickhis dick inside of me? But I don't want that, not really. I am not gay,I don't like men. Not in that way. Right?I placed my exhausted body on the sofa to relax. I had to remind myselfthat I was permitted to spread my legs wide apart when there was no-oneelse around. I had become so used lately to sit with my legs pressedneatly together. And I was not supposed to get used to. I just groaned and did what I was told. After that I made my way to the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and admired my beautiful face . As you may know (if you’ve read any of my stories) I love looking at myself. It’s not that I am conceited, I’m just convinced. I was wearing a tight yellow spaghetti strap and some booty shorts; I had my favorite white bikini underneath. I made my way out of the bathroom and out to the pool area. I noticed that Mario was. я не являюсь поклонником TF (за редким исключением божественного "Coleman institute", имеющего на данном ресурсе удивительно низкие оценки (( ), то вступление придётся делать более прозаичным. )Место действия оставим оригинальным - где-то на задворких Калифорнийщины. А вследствии совершенного незнакомства с тамошней жизнью, история обещает быть тотальным трешевым фан-фикшеном с рязанским акцентом, что впрочем ничть не отличает её от всего что на chyoo представлено )))Имена второстепенных.