Let’s go back to the limited opportunities thing again. College wasn’t a realistic option because number 1, I couldn’t afford it, and number 2, ...y the time I graduated high school I was so disenfranchised with the whole idea that I just said fuck it. I was always a firm believer in the old saying “if you’re gonna do something, do it right, or don’t do it at all”. I was intelligent, disgruntled, and angry at the world. My mother had me late in life and she was getting up there in age by this. Lets get a good look at that juicy pussy of yours, said Ken. The pussy that were both gonna fill up for you. Carol sat back on her haunches, her tits and chest heaving with her rapid breathing. Her excitement was reaching a fever pitch, as her eyes glistened from rising excitement and expectation. Carol got off her knees and sat down on the couch. She lay backwards, her head on the back of the couch, slowly spreading her luscious legs. The men moaned in arousal as they gazed at Carols oozing. I'd lost."I don't even know your name, pretty lady," he said as he scrunched down and kissed my stomach."It's very plain," I smiled. "Like me. It's Brenda." A lovely name for a lovely lady," he said softly and kissed the very tip of my slit."Tell me your name," I said as he licked around my slit."Carl," he said and pushed my legs apart. "And I just love sexy white ladies." I'm full of your cum, Carl." I know," he laughed. "And I want it back."His fingers opened me up like a flower and I gasped. "Before you spray me, would you fill the bath? And turn the knob that pour out bubbles?" she said in a coquettish voice.Harry saw a problem with what he saw as her plan. "You know I'll have to spray you before you get in or the bubbles will get in the way. So I'll already see you naked." I know," she said, with a typically overdone tragic pout. Then what was the point, Harry thought. He suspected that he would have to be a girl to understand.As she spun in the air, hovering just above bubble.