She grabbed onto my cock like a starving person at a hot dog eating contest, she gave good head and while she was sucking me off and Becky and Ami we...e on the floor eating each other out I was playing with Lori's tits squeezing them rubbing her already hard as stone nipples between my fingers with one hand my free hand down between her thighs sliding her wet panties to one side.Sliding two fingers between her sweltering lips curving them upward flicking them back and forth she grabbed on to. She was very understanding about it, and said I waslucky, because being a girl was better than being a boy. She promisedthat she would tell no one. After that we played with her dolls.It was like a sudden burden was lifted from my shoulders. The next day Iwas once again playing with the friends and they teased, but I did notmind that much. They asked me how my boy boobs were and did I want to bea girl with my long hair. I just smiled and continued to kick the ball.If they only knew the while. Keep on working. We ain't got all night." His deep voice spurred them to greater efforts. "Now, what you got here, Murphy? A spy?" I don't think so, Mr. Barton." The man who had Chad's wrist clamped in one meaty fist was somewhere in his middle thirties, older than most of the other men who had paused in their work to watch. "Looks like he's been in one whale of a scrap. Must of crawled into the truck looking for a place to hide." What's your name, son?" Stan Barton bent down to peer into his. ’ As she sat on the bedside she continued in a neutral conversational tone, ‘You see, I can’t really have you molesting my staff without …………..,’ she was cut off as she twisted suddenly to catch hold of the purple boot that Batgirl had launched at Catwoman’s head. ‘My, my Bat-Bitch, you’re really just so predictable!’ she exclaimed as she twisted her body round to sit across the top of Batgirl’s legs, pinning her down. She grasped the top of the boot that she’d just captured and yanked it off,.