And so now he strummed her body as if he was a musician getting harmonies and chords from an instrument. His fingers tickled the insides of her thighs... finally sliding higher until he was able to take hold of the edges of her thin girlish cunt lips.These were no scarlet rooster combs of flabby drooping flesh, but taut elastic lapels that he now eased back, stretching them wide as butterfly wings. Pam thrust her crotch up again and again and when she let go of his head, Justin eased his tongue. He wants to play with these girls’ pussies while they sleep, but his bladder is screaming to be emptied. So he manages to leave the bed without disturbing either girl and he goes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind.He stands in front of the toilet, grabbing his cock to drain it. His bladder feels instant relief, ten times better. And right as he finishes, he hears the door behind him open and shut. He doesn’t see any reason to hurry or suddenly become shy, especially since he is butt. You have grown comfortable in this guise, my Lady. Perhaps too comfortable? You are young, however, so do not flagellate yourself too harshly. Take this as a lesson to be inculcated."I glared at him. "And why would you try to teach me to be more aware of your kind?" I demanded irritably, the lesson smarting my pride. "Your kind has done naught but try to kill me for as long as I can remember."A secretive gleam twinkled in his eyes. "And perhaps even for as long as you cannot remember, my Lady?". Birth defects,mostly. I regret that I was not born smarter. I especially regret thatI was not made more people-smart. I regret not having a stronger, moreathletic, quicker, better coordinated body. This disability, besides mak-ing my childhood & adolescence a hell, because of the pervasive athleticism& machismo among the middle-American gentile males with whom I grew up,also prevented me from being as able a keyboard player as I should liketo have been--with so much of Rachmaninoff, Ravel,.