And since your back...." Quinn reached in his pants and pulled out his fat dick and waved it at me. "Work on this for a while before I go to class." h... demanded. There was no need for me to "play hard to get" any more because Quinn knew the real me. I walked over and knelt down before him, getting a strong whiff of his natural scent coming from his big fat cock. He smelled like a real man.I took him in my mouth and nursed on the big head, that slut switch in my head turned on and the next thing. She put her hand to her mouth, and gaped open mouthed to me. I shrugged, as if it was no big deal. So, he knew? So what? I then motioned to her that David needed a refill for his drink, and that she should oblige. She very warily got up and approached David, asking him did he want another drink? He replied yes, and added quietly when given his drink, “ You smell lovely tonight.” This nearly sent my wife into a spin. She turned to me with a bright red face, her arms wide apart as if to say “. ‘Buckley!’ she squealed trying once again to get off his lap, but the more she moved the more contact her pussy made with his fingers. She pursed her lips and continue her struggle, trying to ignore his fingers, but it was no use and embarrassingly the friction was making her pussy wet. ‘Just what I like, wet cunt.’ he growled and for a moment Marguerite’s cheeks were aflame, the colour matching her fiery hair. Buckley plunged two fingers into her wet pussy and Marguerite’s head came back. When she'd finished painting, she sat beside me on the bed. Stretchingout my legs I wriggled my toes next to hers and you couldn't tell thedifference in our biology."You know," I said into the quiet, "it was really hard for me. To findout you were..." A girl? Sorry." I wish... you'd said something earlier." What difference would it have made?" I loved you." Loved?" Shit, Alex. I'm no lesbian!"She snorted miserably. "It was all so fucking horrible. Elise, you werefucking awful and that was the.