Am I a lesbian?I’d never let some asshole take my picture. I’ll let a guy see me naked someday, though. Maybe RolandKenny looks at the pictures af...er supper. I hang out by the door and hear the chair go squeak-squeak. He masturbates to them, same as me, different, but the same.Does he wake up in the middle of the night and think of the pictures? Maybe the two of us come at the same time, just a room apart. Whenever I get up to pee, I listen.I don’t even know Kenny’s still in the den. I’d left. Give me a good hard belly punch and let's get to sleep!"Angie obliged, doubling Katie up with a wicked blow to the solar plexus and adding one more for good measure to the jaw.When the girl had finally recovered, Angie hissed at her "There, that's just for starters - you wait till Saturday. I'll finish you then and finish you good!"And these two very strange, but inseparable buddies fell into each others arms and kissed each other good night.BACK TO WORK - DON'T WE ALL JUST HATE. Now at first this will be my own story but if i get tired/run out of ideas' for it or just generally burn out i will open this story up to the public but until then i hope you all have a fun time)Jacob Miller was 18 and had been the offspring of two loving parents who were a full blooded witch and wizard. To his 'dismay' he wasn't the only one though he had two older sisters (Jessica and Becky Miller now 21 and 19 respectively) and a brother the same age as him (Miles Miller 18). Unlike some in. This night the guys kept passing me glasses of beer mixed with hard liquor, it wasn't long before I was totally wasted. I could barely stand less lone walk, a couple of the guys had started to make out with me. They would kiss me lightly on the ears or caress my thigh, stroke my arm, to see how receptive I was to there advances. Some how my tennis and socks were removed an a little while latter my pants were crumpled at my feet. It was about than that I begin to notice strange faces mixed in.