It was the song that I hate and that I love. The song that I hate to love and love to hate, and even the song that I love to hate to love. It was Mmm-...op by those little Hanson bastards.Yeah, I don't know if it was the drugs or what but after a few minutes I found myself singing through the lines with those little asexual dip-shits. I couldn't really pronounce words and I was continually drooling all over myself so it must have been quite a spectacle if anyone was watching. I found it. He whispered something as our lips wrestled and then, he hit it and came hard.I felt his body go stiff and his anus contract and nearly cut off my circulation. He made some kind of sound like he was choking while trying not to scream. Then, his body went limp against me and I realized that the boy had actually passed out."Fuck." I muttered. Then I realized that the other Angel was probably choking as well. I pulled out and pushed the limp one over.They rolled together. The bottom one still. ..and let my head hang against his mighty chest. I started to fantasize about how that chest would look like, without the suit. His left hand now touched my left upper arm, and my ear lobe, cheek, mouth, neck, and then asked me if i was maybe born in the wrong body.Alarmed, i almost jumped up, giving him the clue he needed, but luckily it didn't offend him, like some other men. I hoped that he would be into gurls like me, sexually. And he said, please come back, and sit next to me again. I just. When my index fingers touched the junction of her leg and crotch, I whispered, “Keep breathing for me, B-G. Keep breathing.”I then slowly moved my index fingers inward and lightly touched the outside of her long, meaty, and black painted labial lips. With a little more pressure, I lightly trapped her low hangers between my fingers and pulled downward on them.“Ohhh! Mike! Wa-what are you doing to me?” Tempe shuttered as she stared down into my blue eyes between her heaving butterfly wing.