I had enjoyed sliding my tongue through hot folds, even the incestuous snatch belonging to my dyke sister. And the entire time, I shuddered, rememberi...g the humiliation of Clint's cock firing jizz in me, the shame of begging him to cum in me.To breed me.I wasn't gay. I wasn't. I couldn't be. It was such a sin to be gay. I wasn't a lesbian. I was just confused. They were spanking me. Tying me up. They were all trying to trick me. If they had a pretty guy, someone with a gorgeous, delicate face,. Saturday was a different story. She said he came over around 3 and was flirting a lot more and she was more reciprocal. She said he was touching her thighs and she didn’t stop him. They were on our couch and he took his cock out, she said she knew what she was doing was wrong but it was too exciting. She closed the blinds and gave him a blowjob on the couch. She said he came and after about 30 more minutes they had sex in our room. Then he left after awhile. On Sunday it escalated, he came over. "That way, if she thinks it's her that'sthe problem, she'll know it wasn't." You can't do that," said Lynn. "She's not supposed to know for areason." And that is?" Well, it's for your protection. It er, means that she will accept youthe way you are and it may affect the magic." But that's not working is it?" Apparently not." Lynn conceded."Although it's not my doing, it's me that's causing the trouble and methat can put it right. I love her too much to see her suffer anymore. IfI stand the. .................. She had just arrived in Florence from Paris. She had to leave because of the usual stealth devastation She left behind wherever She went. For aeons it had been the same, loving and then feeding on human males and then covering Her tracks. She had never felt any remorse at what was behind and only looked forward to the frenzy that would come to sate her hungers. She thought about how Florentine men would taste compared to Parisians or any other place She had been which was.