Now all the suppressed emotions flooded into my mind. How could I have allowed this to happen? How could I have actually enjoyed this? Tears filled my...eyes and shame filled my soul.The roar of the onlookers quieted to a murmur and was replaced with heavy breathing and the sound of sex filled the room. The sickening odor of sex filled my nostrils and my eyes slowly opened again only to focus on a scene of total debauchery. Men and women were naked and writhing on the floor and furniture. They. Blue eyed, blonde haired, a living Barbie doll. Angel was the brooding, brown eyed, black haired, epitome of gothic leather and depressive angst. And they truly were best friends. Kayla wished it wasn't their pasts that had brought them together and held them bound. But, rather their futures and the hope in them that kept them friends. Maybe, in a way it was. If Angel were without any hope, promise or not, she would have left by now. "I guess its show time."Angel gave Kayla's shoulders one last. "Just as I thought, you're not a 34. And I'm guessing you're a larger cup size than an 'E', too, judging by the amount of boob that's sticking out underneath." She left and came back with a lacy purple bra and thong."Try these on," she said.There was an awkward moment while I waited for her to leave so I could change."Oh, don't be silly!" she said, smiling. "You don't expect me to keep coming and going, do you? We have too many pretty things to try on!"Somewhat sheepishly, I unfastened the. I’m thirty-five. Guys my age who chase girls your age are perverts.’ ‘I’d never think you were a pervert, Mr. Rouseau,’ she said in a soft voice. ‘Not ever. Not in a million years.’ He glanced at her. She was looking at him intently, smile gone. He gulped and f***ed his eyes back to the road. My god, he thought, what the hell is happening? ‘Mr. Rouseau?’ she asked a moment later. ‘Hmm?’ ‘When you were dating, back in high school, did you ever date a cheerleader?’ His voice sounded small as he.