”“Just obsessed with Xera,” laughed Faoril. “I guess she does offer everything—cock, cunt, and tits.”I wrinkled my nose in disgust but did...’t comment as I fell down behind Minx. I seized her ass, my hands looking so large on her small butt-cheeks. I licked at her pussy around her plunging fingers, savoring the lavender musk of her pussy. My tongue stud dragged across her flesh as I licked higher, parting her butt-cheeks and tonguing her sphincter.She gasped as my tongue stud pressed against her. "I'll bet," she said as she ran her fingers over her nipples, "you wished you had a pair of beautiful breasts just like mine, round, sensitive, sweet tits you could play with and show off. Don't you, Alicia?" No," Alan protested weakly, "I don't want breasts. I'm a man, a..." But that was as far as he got before the two women began laughing. "You sure don't look much like a man right now," Grace said, standing over him with hand on her hips. "Karen, does a man wear a pink lace brassiere?" No,. "You want it, don't you cunt?" I leaned down and pressed my lips against her ear. "You're just a dirty little fucktoy and cumslut, aren't you?" She mewed, groaning as I continued to plunge and twist my finger in her tight sheath. "You know you were meant to be a slave, my slave, don't you bitch?" She let out a bleat of despair as pulled my finger from her pussy and let go of her hair. I turned away from her, leaving her there, naked, legs spread, in the middle of the room. I. Not just because she was Kathy's friend, but just because she had become my friend, too.But as far as my being romantic about her? Hoping to go out parking and finger fuck her?No fucking way, man.Kathy was asleep when I got home, so I just turned in and played with my dick and thought about Connie before falling asleep. And those thoughts and hopes about getting somewhere were a lot more romantic than anything I had ever felt about Johanna. Yeah, it was about sex, and yeah, about her doing some.