Ilove men: adore girls. At sixteen I was yet to discover too, my real sexual orientation. When wemet later in our teens, one girl who had been particu...arly nasty to me whenwe were both children at school together, clearly longed to get her hands downmy cleavage. What joy it was to be adored by her, to deny her, to realise thepower of my beauty and the beauty of my stupendously huge firm breasts in particular??? Why should I not know that I am beautiful? Why should I not be proud of mybeauty?. Cheap too. Come Monday I was back to my usual routine. Slugging it out through the morning with the help of about four cups of coffee, lunch and then like clockwork logging into my computer with my alter ego.I was getting such a thrill from this. Each time I did it I got so excited I was almost shaking. Once I started with the chat my arousal was hard to contain. This afternoon's chat seemed particularly arousing, the conversations being pure sex talk."I was in my bath tub last night." She. This time young Amy helped slide my cock back into her friend. I was pumping away. Pulling on Sallys hips with a good motion. Having already exploded this evening, I was ready to go the distance now. Bill interupped me and nodded towards Amy. She was on her back and spread out. Bill said it was her turn now. I pulled out of Sally. My cock all hard and wet with her fresh juice. This time mom Judy held Amys head and caressed her brow. She called Amy a big girl now as I mounted her. Her pussy lips. Linda slurped it into her mouth and sucked on it. The two girls began French kissing, swapping hot tongues back and forth. Linda was getting excited by it. It would have been exciting to kiss Tina even if she didn't have a mouthful of savory spunk to justify it, she thought.Then, still kissing, Tina began feeling Linda's plump titties and rubbing her smooth belly, then the insides of her thighs.Linda murmured with pleasure at the touch. She would have liked to return it, as well, but both Clyde.