In the old days they probably would have all been more or less matched,at least style wise. But now the three women all looked wildlydifferent, even t...ough they were going to the same place.Tina looked like a 1990s frat boy who had just woken up and thrown onrandom clothes. Paula looked like she was going to cocktail party onthe Playboy yacht. And Angie had on loose slacks and a plain poloshirt. Like a lot of Gender 8s she stuck to a sort of business casuallook, with the sole exception being. I could convince you.’ ‘Totally not interested,’ said Lily. ‘I’m not a dyke, no thank you.’ ‘So, what, what Adam does—’ ‘What doggie does,’ Lily corrected. ‘—fine, what doggie does is totally okay, but two girls together is a problem?’ ‘It’s a problem for me,’ said Lily. ‘I don’t even like to think about it. So, no.’ Jill sighed. ‘Fine. Oh, hey. Does he seem kinda close to you?’ Lily looked. Muscles trembling, light sweat on his thighs, asshole spasming, scrotum bouncing like a hackeysack.. I quickly got my free hand around the base of his shaft to limit his thrusts to what I was comfortable with and I started to massage quicker in the area over his prostate. Tony was breathing very heavily and each exhalation was accompanied by a gentle exclamation. Then his dick and prostate both throbbed in unison, his sphincter tightened around my finger and his cum spurted into the back of my throat. I had to swallow hard to keep pace with him but his thrusting and moaning gradually subsided. He felt a breeze on his back, and looked up to see the trees waving softly, a blind panic setting in as a black craft passed slowly overhead, then sent leaves and small debris circling around him as it landed close by. He played dead for a good five minutes, not daring to move as his ears strained to hear anything above the rustling of the trees, frozen in fear. At last, feeling at least partly confident that he’d not been detected, he crawled to the top of a mound and peered in the direction.