The girls are shouting and passing around several bottles of Scotch, celebrating the basketball team's big win earlier."Girls!" yells Ms. Samson from ...he driver's seat. "You're getting too loud! If you're going to raise this much of a ruckus, then at least pass me one of those bottles!"The girls whoop at the top of their lungs and hand their coach a bottle. Ms. Samson is barely out of college and still thinks of herself as a cheerleader. She still looks like one too, with her long, blonde hair. “Believe me, I know how irresistible they are. That’s why my collection is so extensive - I simply can’t stop buying them.”I finally turned my head slightly to face Kerry and mustered the courage to force out, “This . . . is all yours?” I realized I had not noticed Kerry wearing a wedding ring or seen any other signs of a female living there. “All of them,” he responded with a slight smile. Kerry stepped between me and the closet door, facing me. “I absolutely love the feeling of sexy. ?You hungry, cunt?? It was a woman’s voice, harsh, mean. Actually, Kathy hadn’t thought about food, with everything else going on. She said she was hungry. ?Eat this!? She felt her head being pressed into a woman’s smelly crotch, the pubic hairs invading her nostrils. ?Suck my clit. If I don’t come, you don’t eat.?Kathy had hardly seen another woman naked, and certainly had never seen another’s clitoris. She knew where it was supposed to be. Holding her breath, she felt around for it. I sure wanted to go with him, so I followed him out. In his truck, he stripped off his clothes and let me tongue bathe him. He had a really hairy body and was very masculine, yet he was clearly used to gay sex like this! He kept encouraging me and telling me what to do to him, how good I was making him feel, and what to do next. While he was authoritative, it was not f***eful, and I was eager to please him. He had me lick hairy armpits (I can almost taste and smell that sexy aroma there. He.