In the couple seconds while I considered my options, a new song replaced the former. It opened with a rock drum beat, joined by a guitar. I knew the s...ng. Bitch. No, the song's title is Bitch, not Gwen. Right now, however, she was definitely playing the part. And I decided I was up to the challenge. "Deal." We shook hands, and I realized this was the first time we touched since I sat next to her. Her skin was soft to the touch, smooth. My mind imagined that the same smoothness was uniform, not. Untangling ourselves, we spooned together on the green, feeling the warm summer breeze over our wetness and the lush moist grass against our flushed skin under the pale moonlight. Exploring with my lips and kissing her neck and shoulder, I teased her nipple between my fingertips and caressed my other hand over her hip and thigh as my resurgent cock started to swell and grow hard against her ass. Alia pushed her ass back against my pulsing cock and purred, "Mmmm, I love how you feel against me.". He had long dirty blonde hair, and eyes light green like that of an apple. Are you okay?! He asked with fear in his voice. I hopped back up as fast as I could and he helped brush me off. Yeah Im totally alright! I feel like a fucking idiot I thought, but hey I got this guys attention&hellip, I could use this to my advantage Thats Aaron Rebecca, my loud bisexual friend said. This is Max, these guys are new here. I looked at Max, and he was the epitome of sexiness. His face was basically perfect,. I not only want to see it, the idea of doing it excites me. I picture myself bending over a potters wheel, the wet clay building on my hands, coloring my skin shiny gray all the way up my forearms. When they clog, I wipe them on my breasts and belly. I become a porcelain sculpture of my own!“Would you like to see my studio?” Hera’s voice is almost pleading. “I hardly ever get to show it off to anybody.”“I’d love to!” I answer, and I mean it. “I think your work is so sexy and inspiring. .