Iam starting to feel sexy again and I find myself looking at Zach andcomparing him to the boy in my masturbatory fantasies."That smells great Abby. Wh...t's cooking?" Short ribs." I reply. "They'll be ready in about fifteen minutes." I'll go wash up." And set the table?" Aye, aye."The ribs have been tender and I am happy with the changes I had made tothe sauce recipe. I once again bring up the idea of applying to culinaryschool noting the problem of not knowing what identity would. We just want to have a little fun with you." He put his hand on my shoulder and started to pull me towards him. I kinda resisted but he pulled me more forcefully. I didn't mind. The other guys sat on my bed too and soon there were six hands grabbing at me and groping me."Hey! Be nice! I'm tiny!" They kinda laughed at just kept going. One of them grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up. I put my hands down to try to stop him, but the other two pulled my hands away. I figured that. .enjoyWe were both laid on the couch watching a movie. I had convinced you to wear nothing after we had showered. So you were laying there naked under the blanket on my lap, and I was naked too. The movie ended and you sat watching the credits for a minute , then reached and turned the TV off se we were laying there in the dark. Then you sat up and ran your hand up my leg and ran it across my dick and said, “Limp dick” like you normally do. I said “so, you can change that.” Then you said “nope”. All theway, maybe thirty seconds, maybe five minutes. Time litteraly sloweddown and had no meaning. I was feeling, hearing and rubbing, fierce andgently. On and on. And I heard myself moan, heard the slurping sounds ofa wet pussy being rubbed. And I smelled the faint but specific smell ofa woman in heat. It all added to this. To this unique longlastingfeeling of coming...And then I got back to my senses... There was a massive wet spot on thebed. My fingers were wet. My pussy, inner thighs, even.