I was drunk but I was not stupid. What I felt was not a cock but rather a nice silky bush and a dripping wet cunt. I almost wish I had felt a cock so ... wouldn't have committed the ultimate sin.So I got lost in the moment as I inserted a finger or two into her eager hairy pussy. She, in turn, took me into her mouth and started to wrap her tongue around my now rock hard shaft. I returned the favor by pushing my head between her already parted thighs and began to dart my tongue into her delicious. I was born with a special power: The incredible ability of fuck all. I'm a boring girl by all real measures, middle-class, white, 18-years-old, final year of School, where I'm a straight-B student. I'm vanilla, unimpressive, I'm plain bread with margarine on it.And I wish the world would treat me like it.Alright, let's stop with the figurative foreplay and get to the obvious. I'm gay. Like super gay. It'd be really convenient if I were Bi and I could blend in, but I'm not. Some girls gag for. "Ok, thank you very much!"We then pulled into the garage of her apartment block. We took the lift up to level five and then I followed her into her apartment. I carried my shoes and socks and was dripping all over the floor.As we entered, Kara looked at me."You sure are wet!" she said while she looked me up and down showing an expression of compassion for my sorry stateMy long brown hair was wet, my tights were clinging to my body, my wet feet were making "squishing" sound, my sports bra and. “Come join us, Emma,” Dorothy tells her, “Donald made an early morning run to the bakery wanting to taste these Danishes he always has loved. Here, sit, try one. Would you like some tea? Or coffee?”Emma replies that tea would be wonderful, she doesn’t drink coffee.Maude laughs and tells her to join the club, neither of them ever cared for coffee either. Donald says while he does now and then have coffee, it must be his aunt’s influence because he prefers tea also.They chatter away for almost.