Bitch. Things couldn't get worse on the dating front, I thought.I was wrong. The Goths and Emos started pestering me. "Snuggle and chat,"they said. Th...y creeped me out. I'd probably end up a Wiccan sacrifice orsomething. I avoided them. Then the computer club nerds started shadowingme; I shooed them away with a flash of my tits. I thought that wouldscare the masturbating incels away and it did.Worst was the cretin Biff from English lit class: "I want you to want mebecause you know how my junk. She was getting pounded really hard from behind by the black guy, and moaning, and at the same time I was moving my lips up and down her husband's shaft as he slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. The husband and wife were facing each other sideways and began to kiss at the same time, and then the husband pulled his cock out of my lips and leaned down to kiss me also. So I stroked him as the husband, wife, and I took turns going back and forth and kissing.Then the wife began to start moaning. ’ I narrow my eyes, ‘That is highly irregular.’ If possible, his smile grows wider and I study the shape of his mouth, I like it better when he smiles, ‘I was merely trying to help a beautiful woman in need.’ I roll my eyes and wiggle my hips, he groans and thrusts against me, ‘Taking advantage of a woman more like.’ Ander’s smile is gone, to be replaced with that heated stare, his eyes glow with lust, I try to raise my arms but he pins them to my waist with one strong arm, I let out a whimper. " In a moment," she said, and used one of the damp warm towels to clean his shrinking cock. "Thank you," he said thickly as he cleaned his head and shaft. His eyes were half closed and his right hand absently caressed her thigh. Lizzie watched him begin to doze. As his eyes closed, one of her hands moved to her necklace and pushed open the clasp on one end of the crystal locket, so that it now dangled and swayed as she moved. Then, Lizzie reached for the warm, bath oil and poured some into her.