Screw it. Let's do this." I said as I signed on the line. Then I smiled and said "Can't wait." "Wait, I need to check your ID" Why does it matter?" I ...sked. "Because we have to confirm it's you and that you're over 18. Without that, this doesn't happen." What, now you care? Fine. Here."He looked at my ID for a minute and then said, "We have a nice space for you" and pointed down the hall. I walked past all four guys, strutting my stuff. As I walked I tried to figure out who each was. I saw a. So, she tried to experience as much of 'normal' existance as she could, with the help of her friends, who treated her just like any other person, any other person that is, who couldn't eat, sleep, or dream. Her imagination was not the best either, although in a way, she was the sum of all the imagination of mankind.But that was not her own imagination or dreams. So she threw herself into being a vital, playful, energetic teen. Freaky was so lucky, she was the perfect girlfriend, except for. The huge slab was jet black, slick and shiny in the moonlight, a hunk of glistening obsidian, and oh, how wonderful it would feel to have that giant hunk of cockmeat throbbing deep in her cunthole!Karen moved up to the wire fence, nervously, hesitantly, still undecided. The brute bellowed, startling her. He lowered his head, as if to hook at her with his horns. But the look in his big round eyes was not at all frightening. It was gentle and soulful.Reaching through the wire strands, she patted. I had to stop, Jamal was just my friend... nothing more. I poured us some more wine and went back to the living room. Jamal had turned on the tv and was sprawled out on the couch. “Get up ugly, I want to sit there” I said. “Iight, but only if you let me lay on you” he said. Rolling my eyes, I agreed and sat on the couch, resting the glasses on the table. Resting his head on my lap, Jamal looked up at me with his light brown eyes. 'Mmm, damn he is so sexy’ I thought to myself. “What you.