Mei waha hall me sota tha aur woh log bakhi do bedroom me mei hall me bait k tv dekhne laga aur mere do cousins b bait kDekh rahe the kuch hi dher me ...hachi bolne lagi ki unko bahut neendh aa rahi hai aur woh sone chali gayi aur choti wali behen b tv dekhte dekhte wahi nasheli andaz me sone lagi mei samaj gaya ki goliyon ka asar ho rahaHai phir woh utke sone chali gayi mei apne dusri behen k saat tv dekh k kuch baat karne laga mei wait kar raha tha chachi k gahri neend ka kuch dher baad hum. "Except for Maggie, Bailey's friends don't get it since you're not hot or anything." Hey!" I'm lez, dude! Maybe Bailey sees something I don't," she said with a dismissive wave of a hand. "I also set the trap for you at my apartment so I was someone she could talk to."She slapped my knee, "I don't get it, Mateo. She's hot! And she wants to bang you a lot. You can't think being a shithead is the better choice." I'm not a shithead!" You hate jocks. You don't like cheerleaders, probably because you. I shivered. He sounded so strong. He stood nearby, wearing his own white lab coat and nothing else, his yummy, ebony body on display. He was all muscles and hard cock.Such a hard cock. It thrust from him. He was modified with the same chemical as Frank, letting Carmanjelo have all the stamina he needed, but I added the beta-male compound so he was submissive, doing whatever I said.That big, thick, ebony dick made me so wet. I clenched my pussy. I was a bimbo and even with the intelligence serum. I get to Candy's house on time and we sit facing each other and drinking coffee. After delivering my apology in person and letting her pry out everything that happened on the night of Linda's wedding, including how Brett spanked my ass while I wished he was Carlo, all she wants to talk about is my visit with Carlo in Boston. Fortunately, we seem to be getting along really well. I show her my pendant and I'm quite pleased by her envious response. I tell her about the dance we plan to do at the.