Unable to cope with more orgasms – for she had matched me one for one the whole way. She was tired and very happy by the end; and crawled out to the...corner to have a piss.Then we all climbed back into bed, smelly from vagina to bollocks to arm pits, snuggled up and fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. I dreamt I was fucking an octopus, which was proving surprising fun. When I awoke, the two girls were up, washed and dressed. My breakfast beverage was sitting by the bed.“Thank you”, said. I knew she was a little sensitive.“That’s better,” Arachne said, her voice resuming its usual sultry tone. “So how did the patrol go?”“Lousy,” I said. “The one guy I got my hands on was completely innocent.”“Well, no one’s completely innocent,” said Arachne with a throaty chuckle. “Speaking of which ... we missed you this evening. Changeling had to go and fetch some guy from a bar, and I hate to say it but he wasn’t quite up for the task.”Ever since my first night as a superhero, I had spent. As Doug and I sit for a meal or two, on the large dining table, where we await for our food to be served by his obliging and obedient house keeper, I look at him quietly and shyly somehow a little bit. His eyes are intense and serious and frightful in some way, and he has them fixed and glued straight on me. I don't know what the hell is exactly going on in his mind. I am not a mind reader. And I only wish that I had that divine ability and power to unravel out what goes on in people's. Why did he have to have a girlfriend? "Fuck buddies, right?" Heh!" Brandon kissed me lightly on the mouth. "You're gorgeous, Kylie. Just call me if you ever need anything." If I need ... sex?" I giggled and nodded and I knew I didn't love him. I couldn't. I didn't know him, but he was there in my heart, you know? He was my first. Black guys didn't count. I'd given my real virginity to Brandon and I couldn't love him. That wasn't fair at all."Yeah," he chuckled, giving me a squeeze before.